Fractionized
Ten years wasted.
Swept away,
Three more to go;
Already broken.
Broken in half;
In thirds,
In fifths.
These five pieces won't fit together again,
Something invisible tore them apart.
Looking towards the future,
but dreading the now;
Three more years to go.
The constant reminder,
assure yourself,
only three more years to go.
Then you'll be free,
but what is free?
It breaks you in half;
into thirds.
Thirds;
not the cutest
not the oldest
just the middle.
The Middle.
Hold your head high;
throw away
the fifths and
keep the thirds;
and embrace what is gone.
Stay in the middle,
I'll remain broken.
^^ haha thats my first poem ever and I know the capitalization is really weird, but that's the way I originally wrote it. Sorry if it seems really wierd! thanks =]
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