Humpty Dumpty

Empty words on the empty page,

Invisible ink

Or the thoughts I don’t dare put to paper

For fear that I could jinx it to truth?

Every time I turn around,

Another absence waiting for me,

Another hole in a heart already

So overshadowed with weariness.

Riddled through,

Soon I shall crumble to pieces,

No solidity left in me,

All broken,

Shattered pieces lying everywhere.

Is there no one willing to pick up the pieces of me

And put me back together?

The modern day Humpty Dumpty,

Just waiting for the day to come

When I think it’s over

And then it happens

And I break.


The End

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