Skylark Poetry

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