Pieces

PoeticBiscuit

I am shattered, but not broken.

The pieces of what used to be,

Lay scattered upon the floor,

I am picking up each piece,

Accepting of the many cuts,

Acquired from their rugged edge,

Each of them hurt me.

Some much more than others,

I must face the pain-

If I ever wish to finish the puzzle.

  • Author: PoeticBiscuit (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2023 09:33
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 5
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write PB.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.