- This poem was originally a song.
A piece of wood
A million shards
One day
All made a glass jar.
A piece of wood
All sober in tears
I can't believe
I was near.
All along without anyone
When i finally said :
Drifted. Alone. Apart.
All gone.
Drifted. So long.
I can't remember to speak.
Then my eyes closed.
My chin dropped.
My feet scurried away.
From Me.
