The Fragments Of My Life.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

so many fragments of my life
scattered on the floor

on the skies they were taken
by the wind

to the oceans they were pressed
by the rain

there were risings and fallings
there were so many fillings

i always move on
not bothering to pick them up

i cut myself into pieces again
time after time
into more countless fragments

i do not bother those parts
those sheddings

for they are no longer mine
but for the world

and then the last fragment was taken away
and i am left with nothing

and then the perfection was done
i am from nothing and to nothing i must go