Wasted
Wasted
bits of time drift past
colorless imitations
lost to dust and ash
And her soul bleeds, mourning the loss. Regrets spill in sad futility. Too late and too soon. Too afraid and too certain. Too jaded and too innocent. Too tired to hope, to believe, or to gather those collected pieces yesterday tossed away. And too ashamed to try... because she allowed it to be this way.
moments strewn, withered
brittle remnants, memories
wasted, so wasted
© mdbadgerow 2009
Written for the FOS/AnyForm Goes challenge
Host: O2L
Phrase: Collected pieces yesterday
Form used: Haibun
By Myrna D.
© 2009 Myrna D.
(All rights reserved)
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