This is my poem for the contest.

Fool’s Gold.
As I melt away,
Fragments pouring out.
In crystal shards or tears,
A clear substance.
So irregular in shape.
Am I pulled apart, or was I never whole?
Built up through pieces of pieces,
Glued together to represent some semblance of a being.
Would it even be Kintsugi?
The wasted gold, even that will m…read more