The Fragments Of My Life....
so many fragments of my life
scattered on the floor
on the skies they were taken
by the wind
to the oceans they were pressed
by the rain
there were risings and fallings
there were so many fillings
i always move on
not bothering to pick them up
i cut myself into pieces again
time after time
into more countless fragments
i do not bother those parts
those sheddings
for they are no longer mine
but for the world
and then the last fragment was taken away
and i am left with nothing
and then the perfection was done
i am from nothing and to nothing i must go
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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