Jagged Pieces

Mon, 11/06/2017 - 17:24 -- Kate.N

with my face stale from tears,

my mind collapses.

like ice resting above a

running river

when it gets stomped on,

degraded,

clawed at.

it shatters.

jagged pieces remain,

sharp with

fear.

fear of more pressure being added;

fear of collapsing completely.  


 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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