I am crumbling away
I am crumbling away
Into bits and pieces
Into all that I was not before
Before I could breath
Before I could do
Before I could learn to be
To be what I thought I wanted to be
To be who I desired to be
To be how I ought to be
Could life consist of a phase such as this?
Is it to make me grow?
Or is it just to spite me
(So I could become cynical)
I am crumbling away
Pieces of me that once was and ought to be disappear
As I settle like the dust that I've become.
By Chandra Terblanche
16/05/2015 @15:54
@art poetry
Into bits and pieces
Into all that I was not before
Before I could do
Before I could learn to be
To be who I desired to be
To be how I ought to be
Is it to make me grow?
Or is it just to spite me
(So I could become cynical)
Pieces of me that once was and ought to be disappear
As I settle like the dust that I've become.
16/05/2015 @15:54
@art poetry
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