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( votes)Jigsaw Psyche
written by: A.M. Torres
@sonic1170
On Broad Street, I stood
memories scat
they overflow
the buildings had loomed.
Manhattan now far
emotions are torn
angry or angsted
why was I born?
New York so large
my blues so profound
lost and cast out
foolish no doubt.
Pained to just think
confused and mixed up
a puzzle undone
resembling me.
A puzzle scattered
broken and spread
clench and unclench
this broken mind.
It won't come together
can it be fixed?
the pieces won't mend
the pieces are blown
cast in the wind.
A.M. Torres
A.M. Torres has published The Child Series beginning with Love Child. It's followed by sequels Child No More, and Child Scorned. She has also published two poetry books Shadowed Tears, and Turmoil. J and K Christmas has been her annual Christmas poem and short story publication. She currently lives in New York City, with her two sons Jason and Kristofer and their father Walter.
Latest posts by A.M. Torres (see all)
- Lori and Kay - October 3, 2019
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