Pieces of Me

Pieces of Me

Energy is constant.
It’s a universal law.
What happens to the force of love
when it chooses to withdraw?
The crushing weight of loneliness,
the bitter taste of bile,
plays upon my mind.
Is continuing worthwhile?

Like a shattered mirror,
I see pieces, not a whole.
The fractures run so deep
that I can feel them
in my soul.
Vague wisps of memory
dance taunting in the light.
I cannot take the visions,
I only wish for night.

She made it clear that there’s
no hope in spite of my persistence.
In misery I contemplate the end
of my existence.
Perhaps I’ll find a better place,
one that’s free of pain.
I make a choice and watch
the scarlet circles in the drain.

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Prompt: "Pieces of me."

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Ken