Keeper of Past

Keeper of Past

a scarred soul, a salted wound, a broken heart
i carried them all through eons past
broken fragments piled up like a mountain of scraps
pieces unwanted aplenty, gathering dust on the shelves of time

a loose bandaid, a deceptive hand, a cynical look
they could not put me back together
for i had shattered into far too many pieces
for i had become too difficult a task

a ticking clock, a divine fabric, a fallen sands
dress me in gold leaf, keeper of past
perhaps then someone might desire my broken pieces
perhaps then i would not come undone

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