Fragments

Sat, 10/15/2016 - 22:17 -- Dtodd18

Why is it

that I find myself

stuck

in a picture frame

so often?

 

I resent being

trapped

with a smile

painted on by command.

 

I must be a self-seeking person

for resenting the only thing in my life

that’s no longer

broken.

No longer in pieces.

 

Fragments.

 

An eye for an eye,

a piece for a piece of

your

           broken

                             life.

 

Because your argument

has more sanity

than your point,

and your point

has more sanity than

this world’s

crazy, corrupt

vanity.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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