This is me writing to myself.
I am sharing this to the world.
My body feels disconnected.
Broken piece of shattered glass.
The glass didn’t want to be broken.
Into a million different tiny pieces.
Now it is broken and dismembered.
Maybe someone would fix my despairing body?
No- one even shows up to help me pick up the flinders.
Somewhere hiding there faces in the mist.
Someplace in the deep of the horrible wilderness.
There is a concealed piece of its heart longing to find a path to happiness.
Now that the heart is completely missing.
The piece of glass starts to cry.
Wanting and lusting for the call of blood to emerge.
So the machine can sew it back together once again.
Nothing happens just like the times before.
The pieces are taking their last breath.
Saying their last goodbye’s.
Someday maybe they will go back into place.
It may take sometime to heal from a broken shallow heart.
That has been cut and bleeding for a long time,
Its blood shot tears just keep bleeding.
How do you mend such a thing?
Fixing someone soul, heart.
Because it seems like my soul has left and escaped.
Poetry