Poem: All the Little Pieces

All the Little Pieces

All the little pieces
That remain in memory
Everything that I once had
Now it cannot be
Simple little snippets
Of what happened before
Whispers of remembrance
That are here no more
How much I miss simplicity
Before I got out of hand
When I used to be amazing
When I would boldly stand
I miss when I was winning
When my heart was pure
No obstacle not overcome
And each test could I endure
Now I sit here broken
Punished for my crime
Sit here alone in silence
For the rest of time
The shining armour I once wore
Now tarnished dented shell
All in little pieces
While my life’s gone to hell

©2013 James Takeo

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