I’m broken.
Like vase that hit the ground way too hard,
Shattering and littering the floor with shards.
I’m broken.
Like a glass window shattering from a baseball that the kids next door hit,
I’m broken.
Like a little Subaru crushed under the weight of a 18 wheeler during a crash.
The pieces to my sanity lay amongst the floor,
The walls I built up were shattered by a ball of self realization,
And everything else was crushed by the 18 wheeler driven by none other than myself.
I..
Am...
Broken....
- Author: Reyas (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 19th, 2018 12:49
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
Comments3
Wow! That was an intense piece. Incredibly done
Broken pieces can be put together so that you can move forward in life.
I'm on me way with the Superglue! heehee. A fine write Reyas.
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