Empty words on the empty page,
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.
Soon I shall crumble to pieces,
No solidity left in me,
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.