parts of my world
are crumbling
into little tiny pieces
parts of my world
stand tall
an edifice of perseverance,
longevity and commitment
parts of my world
scurry from
one dark corner
to another
surreptitiously
parts of my world
hunger and thirst
for the new
and the unknown
parts of my world
conform and obey
simplistically implicit
parts of my world
mutter behind my hand
as they pull a face
that i
will never show you
parts of my world
want to be embraced
while at the same time
want to be left
completely alone
parts of my world
wander aimlessly
in ever
increasing circles
and still
remain rooted
to the very same spot
they started
parts of my world
are just parts
parts that just are
but still...
they're mine
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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