The emptiness lonesome.
The lack of experience, all-consuming.
Thinking of a solution,
Looking for a path.
Feeling a broken piece in life.
A broken piece with no fit, no place.
Being left shattered,
Trying to fix.
Trying to remember what I was,
Before the break and shatter.
Looking for a way,
Left in a desert of broken glass,
The shifting shards,
Navigating a path.
Finding my way, a shard,
Of broken glass, broken pieces.
My life as a broken piece, a part.
A broken piece of finality.