Reanna Thornton

Rookie (10/20/1982 / Michigan)

Shards - Poem by Reanna Thornton

The heart is broken
Like fine crystal thrown to the floor.
I scramble to collect the pieces
But the fragments cut my hands.

The sharp edges cut the skin
And blood flows like tears.
The red flows and stains the pieces
But yet I still try to put
The pieces together.

The fragments enbed themselves
In my soul and I can no longer go on with the atempt.
I pull my fingers through
The sharp pieces and let
My blood flow freely
To stain the ground below.

Is this how it ends?
Will someone please tell me.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, August 13, 2010

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