Why... that would spoil the poem. O.o


Fractured, Divided, Shattered

A collection of shards

Of opposite poles

Which refuse to make amends.

So, they stay apart

For no one dares to fix them

They just leave, and lock them away

Where time is still, never ending.

There they stay, to this day

Still the same

Still broken, Still lost

In anger, In solitude

But now there si something more

Something that hurts

A feeling so strong it destroys them

Eats them away from the inside

Regret, sorrow, sadness

This all leads to madness

But does it fix anything?


They are still broken

Still hidden

Still gone

Just gone...

The End

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