Broken A Thousand PiecesA Poem by Frederick A.
I Fall into a thousand pieces of nothingness as I hit the ground,
Torn I am, Two halves of one shattered whole,
Severed I lay abandoned and discarded, My mind displaced and my soul tattered and worn, Broken I am. Laying among the tears of a hundred other's sorrows the remains of a life lost long long ago, Sitting surrounded by the echo of all those who have left this place far behind and all those still trapped here, Standing between the dawn and the dusk, Hidden between today and yesterday, My eyes seeing all that has come before and all that will come to pass, Broken I am. Walking the rain cascades down a thousand sky born tears falling upon the cracked ground in this decaying place, Jogging the distance sprawls out on the horizon spanning onward altogether unreachable the earth breaks in two before me, Running heedlessly onward everything behind me is blackened and burned not but memories fading distantly, Sprinting, dashing forward as the dawn of a new day rises before me as bleak and dull as every other that has passed before it, Broken I am. My soul hovers between the sky and the earth the air here is heavy and dense, Flying up on high up through the lazy wisps of clouds, The sky is of a bright brilliance here while the ground far below is darkened and barren, Soaring through the skies above so vast and far reaching life passes slowly second by second and minute by minute, I'm in a place slowly fading away forgotten just as I am, Broken I am. I begin to rust away like a corroded spare part forgotten, I'll fade away like a memory of a time or place so long ago and distantly forgotten, I'll disappear like a drop of rain upon the dehydrated, brown,barren, baked earth, I am soon gone like the day before the present and yet still here like the past that still lingers in ones heart and mind, Broken I am, a thousand pieces lost. © 2015 Frederick A. |
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Added on March 3, 2015 Last Updated on March 3, 2015 AuthorFrederick A.AboutJust a man lost amid the tides of time and thoughts in his own mind, in this already vast, and beautifully brutal world. more..Writing
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