A million little pieces

A million little pieces short poem

Why do I do the things I do,
and why do I feel bad after doing them,
It is as if I have a constant desire to desecrate
all that i thought sacred once
want to be a man with no land
no religion, no identity
a man without sacred earth
a man not in search of sacred earth
each unsaid rule I break
each expectation I breach
each score that I even
leaves me feeling shattered
into a million little pieces
and yet I manage to rise up again
only to fall again

I wish I could be
a million little pieces
spread all over
someones sacred earth

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Zyborg


Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

8 Comments on "A million little pieces"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board

This is one honest poem reaching straight to the heart, scribbled after pondering through ‘A million little pieces’ of experiences and thoughts. @zyborg your poems are addictive. One just can’t get enough of them.

Jayshree Murali

a brutal honesty – enjoyed every bit !


the good text is the light of a great soul…
s the divine texts are the light of a great goal


I enjoyed the read we are all searching I think, but in different ways. That is what
I felt reading your search.

ratnaprabha raykar

a dillema ! everyman”s constant tiff with his conscience….very well written

Sheena Mathew

Perfectly written..

Laya Sarath

Awesome 🙂


I liked the poem..raw, could feel the emotion and energy you
put forth. I, however thought you used the word sacred too
much. I have this thing about using the same word more than
once in a poem. I think it takes away from the creativity of the
poem. Just my own personal opinion, but I still think you done
a good job!


Little Minds

Little Minds short poem

Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,

Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress short poem

With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a

Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why

The Big Head Little Girl

The Big Head Little Girl short poem

She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands

My Little Boy

My Little Boy elegy

I miss you everyday Someone else taking your place No way. To the world the only memory of you is me miscarrying you. For me your memories will be forever of me carrying you. You were not just a part