assembling
thoughts
torn
not knowing
when I have
scattered them
gathering pieces
shredded
leftovers
of me
for one day
when morning
rises
I will be mine
again
Good write...this has a good flow running through it...thank you for sharing it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not knowing when I have scattered them... you somehow said how I once felt and couldn't put the right words to my feelings... a great poem.