each piece
shatters
like it is falling in reverse.
things fall apart,
things reverse.
smashing plates
and broken fates,
i just cannot help but feel this hurt,
for i have left is broken pieces in the dirt.
YOU ARE READING
gone too far
Poetrysimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
