I started this off as a letter.
A letter composed of hurt,
pain, rejection, heartbreak,
melancholy, nostalgia.
I recollected the moments,
the memories, the minutes.
i felt low; misery already drowning me.
The pain pierced deep
seeping in raw and flesh.
Hurling in shards of glasses
Piercing, breaking, wrecking.
Pieces falling off the edges,
I don’t hear a feeling.
seconds, minutes, hours
Seeming like an eternity.