Saturday, May 11, 2013

Poem: Fragile

Original Date: 5/11/13
I wrote this because of- everybody.


Society is breaking,
From the fingertips we are not whole,
But shells of irrelevant.
We are destitute of everything.

All disillusions are ends
To the strings we tied,
To the messes we made,
To the love we lost.

How long will it take,
To be whole again,
Solely oneself,
And not completely alone.

From these dead ends,
Do I falter and become
Worse. I was one,
All along that ruined

Completely everything.

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