These are my broken fragments--Limb from limb,
And torn apart.
These are my broken limbs--
Bone from bone,
And misplaced about.
These are my broken bones--
Piece by piece,
And all worn out.
These are my broken pieces--
Here and there,
And scattered all about.
Here's my broken heart--
Harden and blackened,
Until it rots out.
LaTasha B.
© 2015
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