Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces

Picking up the broken pieces from my shattered heart again
memories long hidden in the dust like some forgotten token

This time around I know my life will never again be the same
no use pointing fingers in the air for someone else to blame

What’s said is said, what’s done is done, leave it in the past
the twist of fate bewildered all, the dice they have been cast

There is no glue to mend these things, all is different somehow
I’m feeling lost and am as an invisible soul, in the here and now

Broken pieces turn to dust and the winds scatter far and wide
bloodshot eyes can see the final days and smile as they cried

Overwhelmed and feeling numb, emotions very heightened
some are brave and some are lost, others may be frightened

Before these bones lay down to rest, there is one thing I must do
pick up the scattered pieces and say a prayer, broken good as new

Patriotic Poet

https://t.me/PatrioticPoet

Emotional Epic Cinematic
Carlos Estella