Shards
Wild-eyed,
bloody-fingered,
I gather slivers of me.
A thousand sharp shards
glinting malevolently
in the moonlight.
A thousand fragments
of a long-forgotten dream.
Soul splinters,
tearing at my skin.
I belong in pieces.
Bury me here. Cover me
in roses and white lilies, and
a thousand
shimmering
shards.
2 Comments
Vall
Full of emotion and self awareness.. Such beautiful words you use, it’s amazing, and when I read it I feel like a part of it. Great work again <3
boudika
Thank you so much, I love your comments ???