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Falling Pieces

Updated on October 2, 2012

Pieces are falling

madness is calling,

Gently the pieces

are fitting again,

bringing upon me ,

this sickening feeling .

Darkness has set in,

sweetening the air

around me,

Im clouded by memory of my sin,

This torment I must bare.

Lonely I scream out,

into the silent night .

Pray to the darkening cloud,

Begging for the unseen light.

Save me from myself,

pull these pieces

back together .

finding my inner self,

finding the end,

may be better.

Smiling the masochist,

weeping so sweetly,

driving me madly ,

into the misery.

The pain Ive been relieving,

now becomes my weary,

love for that pain ,

Masochistically im driven.

To one day put my pieces

of rubble and ashes ,

back together

and obey the orders ive been given.



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      Lisa Williams 4 years ago

      This poem is both beautiful and emotional. I have felt this way many times. I voted up!

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      brittney 4 years ago from lost in my own minds lines

      Thank you once again my friend. this is one of my newest poems , just getting out some past depression and pain. I am truely a masochist but it makes for good poetry!

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