Hundreds of Shards

I am weary like a dull piece of pottery

On the verge of shattering

The very shards of this fine work

I call myself, will break away

Distancing themselves from me

I start to wonder

What piece was truly me?

Lying underneath a hundred of shards

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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