Pick through the pieces of my broken heart

Try to find one that carries no stains

There is blood on your hands

Brands on your skin

Wash them but they won’t fade away

Pick through the debris of my storm tossed soul

Look for a glimmer of light

Darkness you see

Darkness you smell

Notice the lack of any life

Pick through the shards of my shattered mind

I hope you are taking this all in

My slivers of history

My double edged memories

This is why I never let anyone in.

by Bonnie Jean Higgins 08-31-05