This is a sad poem written out of anger and sorrow. it's called
Tear it again.
Looking in the darkness, a deep black void, feeling
my heart being utterly destroyed. I watch the
fragments fly through the air; sitting in weary
silence, I find I don't care. This isn't the first
time it's been torn into bits, but I am guessing it's
the last time I can stand it. Living or dieing, it
doesn't matter any more. Soul torn asunder, I fall to
the floor. Peace engulfs me as finally I cry. Looking
to the heavens, I laugh as I die.
Copyright ©2008 Charlotte Ann McFarland
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