Pieces

To the very core, my being falls to silence,

a once full soul becomes an empty vessel,

carried on the wind, all that once I was;

I wait, a prisoner in exile, for redemption,

for just a single tender mercy,

for a bit of heaven's grace to fall one me;

in this stillness, I can not breathe,

into a million pieces, I would break apart

and spin forever into the infinite void.