Shards

Shards.

We are each and every one of us broken.  Shattered by messy happenstance, mangled by the hands of time.  Not one person comes out unscathed, each donning a blanket of scars.  We are nothing but pieces of ourselves as we slowly fall apart.  We are nothing but shards.

--Crashing to the ground.  Reflecting lights from dim neon glows.  We are lost amongst the debris that gathers till none of us exist.  Collecting together in rivers of mud as feet trample from those above.  Equality in these as we all finally fall to the sewers below.

I cannot remember which piece is me.  I hold the shattered pieces that were my persona and wonder which holds the true me.  I still haven’t found it.  I’ll never find it.  What was I attempting to find?

Our memories are faulty.  I can’t remember this morning, last night, clothes from two days ago.  What is this I’m trying to write?  I’ve lost it.  It’s broken.  The pieces are all there, but that’s all it is.

Broken pieces.  All I am.  So selfish.  It’s all we are.  My psyche is dissolving, splintering with time.  We are all the same.  Stupid shards told to fall in line...

...So we do!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with the thoughts in the poem. All of us are shattered. Old age had taught me. Must accept mistakes and hold on to good friends. The strong description open the door to thoughts.
"I cannot remember which piece is me. I hold the shattered pieces that were my persona and wonder which holds the true me. I still haven’t found it. I’ll never find it. What was I attempting to find?"
One day we will know what we missed or needed. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Bewitching Sensations]

thats how i feel at times.. life has been shattered into so many pieces.. will i ever be able to put it back together again.. fantastic poem ...