I'm scattered -
The shards of glass are spread all over.
It's battered -
With nerves throughout my head.
The tapping never ends,
I lie here, still unhealed.
Time holds no concern
For what I discern.
Here it waits not for me,
Emotions have fled,
Composure's but dead,
So I lose more sleep.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
I'm scattered -
The shards of glass are spread all over.
It's battered -
With nerves throughout my head.
The tapping never ends,
I lie here, still unhealed.
Time holds no concern
For what I discern.
Here it waits not for me,
Emotions have fled,
Composure's but dead,
So I lose more sleep.
