Pieces

How many ways can I fill the days?

The weeks, months and years

Pass by in bitter memories.

 

Hope is eternally bright

Yet brings the dark stench

Of despair

To my door

To my home

To my heart

 

Never repaired

As it was never formed

Formless

Floating

Chaos

 

Grounded only by the clunk

Of metal on metal

The scratching within

That will never leave me in peace

Only in pieces

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3 thoughts on “Pieces

  1. mukul chand says:

    great poetry, interesting pic.

    Like

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