Quatrain Pattern: abab abba ccdc dddd
Some nights I’m always broken.
I try to pick-up the pieces,
Motions occur unspoken.
I only shatter more, unceaseless.
Finding the words, then I spoke.
Asleep nightmares gave no peace,
My puzzle has no fitting piece
Regretfully, I’m feeling choked.
Water rising to my aching throat,
Sipping the liquid as I float,
The more I drink, I may not —
Drown; perhaps, I’ll find a life boat.
Questions I ask, answers I know not,
Seeking the knowledge, mind don’t rot.
Functioning dot to dot,
Puzzled girl, completeness she sought.
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