inas essa


Broken Pieces - Poem by inas essa

Broken pieces of yesterday,
always hurt.
Good or bad;
They will not come back
To relive or to resolve.
But remain a valuable part of your life,
You cannot dispose of.
However, in the present they don't exist,
Anytime On your head, they nest.
With no previous notice, with no permission
Their attack is so harsh
You cannot resist,
Even you pretend so.
Thus,
To handle them gently,
Remains the best.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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