Broken Pieces Poem by James Sebastiani

Broken pieces

Broken pieces, scattered all around,
a broken man, waiting to be found,
I see the pieces, i know how they fit,
but haven't the heart to try to fix it,

Surely a vessel, that was full to the brim,
it's contents dashed, nought within,
smashed and trodden, trampled underfoot,
Can no longer hold, something that's put,

Or maybe its meant, the contents should flow,
wash all around, and even though,
i gaze upon all who bask,
this question i feel i have to ask.....

....is it safe to dip my toes, to paddle my feet,
or is this torrent that flows from within,
really just, a one way street?