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A Shattered Mind

I witnessed the day that my poor mind did shatter
The slivers spread as they cut away from the form
I watched as the pieces did scatter
Shards of memories tossed by the storm
 
Each one a window
Each one a view
Each one a different color
Each one a different hue
 
I crawled about but the fragments I could not gather
Held firmly in time the visions stayed
No reason they had but that they would rather
On this they would not be swayed
 
I pleaded to them as my sanity slipped
But they would not hear my plea
If they were to only just reassemble
From this hell I would surely be freed

(2011)

A shattered psyche and struggling to piece yourself back together.

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