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

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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!


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