Poem. Just Another Poem.

Picked up the pieces of my broken self,
like fragments of memories, beaches' shells.
Walking aimlessly, pondering over things,
I've hit a dead end, no one can tell.

A shattered piece of me tells me I'm gone,
I moan for my pain, from dusk to dawn.
Love, hatred, sorrows and pains,
haunt me like ghosts; I feel withdrawn.

The Angel's wings has touched my heart.
With her hands of concern, sadness was cut.
Breath of love? Don't think so much.
Enjoy those moments when the demure smile lit up my dark.