Solace Shattered

Solace Shattered

My solace ended and my world came crashing down, I’m just left with myself with no one else around…. Even though I’m in this large crowd… it’s my thoughts that become really loud and soon start to form clouds.

I’ve become shattered like a broken mirror…. the pieces all over and I can’t see it any clearer… the pieces matches my tears, painful and too many to count… the after time something happens I can mount them against the wall like a picture, a memory of each time I have been shattered and it serves m every time like dinner served on a platter.

My comfort has been replaced with this agonizing pain… these shattered pieces of my life get harder to put together… no matter how much glue I put it still falls apart… It’s becoming like arts and crafts and I don’t know how much longer this can last; do I just put my life in the trash and think about my blasts before I pass?

I don’t know my solace will ever return…or if I will find your new address… I’ve written to you several times, but they just come back return to sender. I guess… it was too good to be true for you to stay.. and now tears have been your sub-in… this hurts way more than a wound with salt being rubbed in.

It’s been raining shattered glass… I didn’t bring an umbrella and it shows… the rain is coming down harder leaving me soaking wet in these terrible emotions. But… the longer I stand in this rain… the more I become numb to this pain.

So solace… if I don’t find you again soon… you may try to write me back but it may be too late… if you receive this last letter… just check the postage date.