How I do fix broken pieces?
It’s
distorted along the
waves of straight lines.
How do I know that its
broken when my pieces reject
the other?

Dim moments of
bliss
and pain cloud my eyes.
I cannot tell between one
or the
other or
are all just lies?

Refined dreams of
clarity justify what’s
inside my mind.
I crawl to the
edge of reason and
drop off, never
seen again.


© Ms.Fire, 2013