Shards are scattered
The ticking hourglass has run out of sand
It was bound to happen
And this time there's no turning the clock back again
The crack was eventually going to shatter the mirror
Leaving behind pieces
That make up something unclear
A broken reflection
Of what used to be whole
Maybe it can be put back together
Maybe
But I don't know.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
