Pieces Poem by Michael Dikeman

I've been running in this life.
Half a soul with consistent strife.
I've filled this void, with the same pain I feel inside.
Voids I fill with merry drinks, jokes, and all while smiling.
In the long night, when sleep finally includes, dreams become vivid solitude.
Moving to and fro, trying to fill this life with anything I can leave behind.
So those who've seen can continue to strive with pieces of me littered through their lives.
No one needs worry, the inferno still burns in me. Not from the sky, but from the lowly depths of the Earth my feet are upon.
For believe me I have seen within those vivid dreams that future day, old and gray, fallen on wooden floor, with great pain.
I continue to search for the missing pieces of me. Lost in a past of searching, until a small bit is gained.
Always living in a continued stream, flowing from one to the next and always learning.
Striding through live intertwining, I know you and you and you, but we're always forgetting.