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The shards of my broken life Stick me painfully today As they have in many past, and will in more to come Some days I can almost pretend they are no longer there Hidden just beneath the surface Waiting to tear away the skin With any given twist or turn. Some days I can almost pretend. But not today.
Pressing its way outward Screaming its own story of my failures as it breaks the skin Together, a snarling symphony of my own disappointment Why did I put these hateful things in here? For what purpose have they been so well embedded? For a purpose there must be It simply cannot be the cruel twists of random fate alone And nothing more |
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