One

Broken pieces of information
Scattered across my drafts
Sheets of paper strewn about
Not poetry
Not prose
Nothing concrete
Scribbled little notes. 

Broken pieces of thought
Scattered across my room
Scattered across my mind
Not poetry
Not prose
Nothing concrete
Scribbled little notes. 

Broken pieces of me
Scattered across time
Left in spaces I once occupied
Not poetry
Not prose
Nothing concrete
Scribbled little notes. 

I put it all together
One piece at a time
All me
A Poem
A story
Absolute

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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