Life's shattered into
A thousand pieces.
Left only now are shards
of me.
Remnants of the man
I used to be.
Love has slipped through
the creases.
Hope is drawn out
surgically,
extracted methodically
needles poking,
prodding.
Draining blood from my lifeless body
emptiness seeps deep in my soul.
Creating voids in shallow places
of lost dreams,
dead memories,
and forgotten faces.
Shards of me
is all thats left.
No longer am I whole
I know not who I am.
I feel my life is a sham
my personna has been stolen
yet my pride remains swollen.
But I must pick myself up
dust myself off
and put the shards of me
back into one piece.
So once again I can be me
and not who they want me to be.
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