Somewhere down the line, I got messed up
I wonder what it is I find comfort inI swallow this burning liquid
It makes me warm,
at last I feel angelic
I split my body into pieces
in my head, like a puzzle
And the more I drink
the harder it is to piece myself back together
Nothing seems to fit anymore
In anger I throw these pieces in the air
and spin in circles
like I used to when I was just a girl
I feel my life fall on me like rain
coloring my room as autum leaves
color the grass in the fall
Yet when they hit, they shatter
disappearing
under cracks, and broken floor boards
lost forever
lost in myself...
Poetry by Randi Jung
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 15:57
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