Piecing Up Again Poem by James Callos Jordan

I was never whole to begin with,
Pieced up fragments of the past;
Trying to hold it together,
But just end up being shattered once more.

I live a life with no problems,
Just complications; perplexed situations,
Knowing that our world is already complicated,
I still add more onto the pool.

I hate the lies of fate,
When it plays with you, it destroys you;
Deceiving you with an apple of illusion,
Placing you in this state of hallucination.

Yes, I’m once more unstable,
Dripping wet with crushing pain;
Now I shout a cry for help,
While I’m piecing up myself again.

October 1,2009