Fragments

Splintered shards, a kaleidoscope mind -

Thoughts scatter like windswept leaves,

Fractured pieces I cannot realign

However intently my spirit grieves.

One fragment paints surreal visions in hues

Of terrors that jolt me awake:

Contorted faces that leer and accuse

As the fabric of trust they intake.

Another slips in a silken veneer

Of apathy, cloaking all hope.

Through numbness’ opiate gauze, stripped of fear,

Until darker recesses I grope.

A shattered prism of shames yet unvoiced,

Deep fissures where self-worth lies maimed.

Old echoes of torment and wounds self-rejoiced

Forever in anguish enflamed.

And drifting amidst these discordant refrains,

Elusive fragments of the self I once knew:

Fleeting glimpses of passions and dreams unconstrained -

Wildflowers struggling heroic to bloom through.

My fingers grope blindly, desperate to seize

Each glimmering splinter of essence and grace.

But the harder I strain, the more swiftly they flee

Those fractals of truth from my yearning embrace.