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| Shattered |
| Shattered, shards fly off without care. Pieces of life no more can bare; Large and small, they lay scattered, Once whole, now shattered. The mind all broken and torn; Retreating inside, no more can be born. Lucidity hidden behind walls of stone, Hiding from pain, hiding alone. The silence is loud, eyes dry of tears. The mind now unable to care. A blank slate, wiped clean; Nothing left to redeem. |
| This poem was written about a mind so full of pain that it shatters as glass would and then retreats deep within. It's dedicated to a dear friend, a courageous lady who fights her own battles each and every day but is strong enough to win the fight. |
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| When The Mind Retreats Into It's Own World |
| Copyright 2005 Elizabeth Parsons |
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