Pieces

Open sleepy eyes to find
a world I nearly left behind.
Sweep the cobwebs from my brain.
Swallow just a little something for the pain,
and slowly begin to re-assemble
all the pieces that so resemble
my old life,
so brief,
so bright.
Deeply sleeping, left for dead.
How long have I lain there on that bed?


Pieces by Dakota Farley