Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem #451

Breaking down and falling apart,
Torn beyond repair at the very seams.
I tumble to the ground, landing so hard.
The shards of my former self turn into dust,
Blowing off into the distance with one light wind.
I am swept up like last week’s trash,
As if I never mattered one iota.
Tossed aside, forgotten and lost from the world,
Yet no one notices my crumbled remains.
I waited to be picked up from where I lay,
Pieced back together by some kind soul.
But nothing comes from all my desperate hopes and prayers.
I crumbled down, beyond all recognition,
And now I can never be saved.

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