Counted as I picked
The scattered pieces.
Lost my count
As I reached the moment ceases.
Some were sharp
Cutting open a wound.
Deep yet soft
Letting a cry with no sound.
Reasons ponder
Without surrender.
Still an urge to hold them together
While sorting them out forever.
Hope challenges future
Body starts to rupture.
Slept not to awaken
Falling a prey to the broken.


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