A splintered mind.

that wouldn’t be spared.

A glass,

dropped.

Shattered

and scattered,

on a stone still floor,

and reflected

the deadened room

in a million faces.

---

I shivered,

and broke,

the cold kept patience

and awakened,

the most lifeless

among them,

begging them,

to care.

---

but, quickly so,

I’m tied

back down

to the fractured chair,

and expected to

quiet myself,

to consume,

to stare.

---

I saw myself

in her,

when her face went blank.

her smile had faded,

and eyes

began to tear.

---

something in me

revolts,

to save

a child,

an innocent life,

“protect her from

a splintered mind.”

---

A girl her age,

should not have been

a slave

for your eccentricities.

but in vain.

---

A part of me

dies,

then

and there,

because once

upon an impassable time,

I too was,

once a child,

they did not spare.

---

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This was one of the fastest poems I’ve written in a while. it flowed so naturally in my diary on a random spiraling Sunday.

Thank you so much for reading, if anything stayed with you while reading this, if you could relate or see yourself somwhere in these words, please let me know. I’d love to hear from you, beautiful people.

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With love,

Lily.