Shards of thought
Flit about
Tearing my apart my mind
Flecks of image
Unconnected
Confusing all of my senses
Tormenting parts
Save me
From my own congealed thoughts
For if I could think I’d miss her
More
Than all these incomplete abstracts.
It’s been too long
The pain’s as much as I can bear
So I fracture myself
So I don’t feel it all as one.
(October 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem