Do you resent all the wasted time you've spent
gluing pieces together of your soul?

Do you hate how easy they go about cracking,
so that the sound shatters into the unknown?

Maybe there's salvation in the silence somewhere,
if you're quiet enough to hear it on your own.

Broken panes of pieces of yourself -
splintering in your ears like a distant echo.

Try to pull a tiny shard
from the dust
of your hidden and endless desires.

Take the sharpest one
that breaks through the skin,
that was carelessly tossed into a pile.

Just crush it into your anxious palm,
and keep faking your tiny smile....