A poem in pieces.

Shattered
shards of soul like slivers
resolve,
promises made at midnight
flow like rivers
all towards massive seas
oceans of doubt,
Shattered
carelessly handled
dropped and destroyed on the floor
what are promises for?
each day
I pick up those pieces
some shards so sharp and fine
they stay in me
serving to remind me
of shattered promises left behind.

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