I am a poet - this is a new writing of mine.
Fragments
I am a mirror shattered across time.
Pieces of me lay scattered along this cold floor.
Shards of a life lived but not remembered.
Slivers of past, present, future are mixed all together.
Some bury themselves in my flesh as I walk.
I bleed. I run my fingers over them to try and extract them and they cut me again.
Hatred. Fear. Betrayal. Failure.
Some larger sections catch my reflection and I see my own eyes looking back at me in the dim light.
I see a child. I see a young man. I see an old man.
There is no past or future to me. It is all right now.
My life exists in fragments.
I am a mirror shattered across time.
Pieces of me lay scattered along this cold floor.
Shards of a life lived but not remembered.
Slivers of past, present, future are mixed all together.
Some bury themselves in my flesh as I walk.
I bleed. I run my fingers over them to try and extract them and they cut me again.
Hatred. Fear. Betrayal. Failure.
Some larger sections catch my reflection and I see my own eyes looking back at me in the dim light.
I see a child. I see a young man. I see an old man.
There is no past or future to me. It is all right now.
My life exists in fragments.
