Splintered
You think you have more time than you have when you really have none at all
When you procrastinate, you are then forced to make decisions with your back to the wall
Why does it always take so much time to do things the right way?
Yet, things can go straight to hell in a moments notice, tomorrow or even today
Moving, illness and death are awful, they will make people become Splintered
Spintered, it's a harsh cold reality, like the God-Awful dead of winter
Splintered if you waste too much time being apart, you won't get that time back
Then you will end up dwelling on what you could have done differently in the past
You take too much for granted when your parents are healthy and still around
You try to make things right but when things go wrong, you don't understand why and how
You try to do the right thing but that doesn't always work out the way you want it to
People will react badly to a bad situation, no matter what you say and do
You and I are now forever divided by living in different states
I tried to make things easier but I just didn't have the right words to say
You fell into another guys lap because he was conveniently close to you
You told me that he was the one with no regard that I cared about you too
Life is never perfect but now the situation is what it unfortunately is
You try to make the best of it even though it is not quite as good as it could have been
Spintered, an icy cold reality, as the harsh God-Awful dead of winter
It's one of the most difficult things in life when you and your loved ones are Spintered
Spintered, the girl you love now lives in a different state
Spintered, your immediate family moves very far away
Spintered, illness changes the personality of those you hold dear
Splintered, missing family members that are no longer here
From Broken and Burned Bridges
Copyright 2020 Resisting Distress Publishing
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Mostly personal/autobiographical with abstract philosophical musings about time and loss.
Dense with ideas: procrastination, mortality, separation, regret, family dysfunction packed densely.
Strongly negative: despair, regret, loss, failure, broken relationships, irreversible choices.
Moderate intensity: urgent tone about time/loss but meditative rather than explosive pacing.
Approximately 35-40 lines; falls in 31-60 range.
Uses metaphor (Splintered/winter) and simile (like God-Awful dead winter); mostly declarative statements.
Pure lyric internal voice; confessional first-person meditation without dramatic personas.
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