Fragmented hope.

Fragmented hope.

A Poem by Samantha Koshiol

Circa 2011. Lots of lovely depressing pieces from that era. This is one of them.


Worn, cold, limited.

Bold, bare, skinless.

So many words, countless thoughts,

Yet my views remain unfinished.

Minutes count for hours,

And I tend to feel like a coward.

One that is rough,

Rough to the touch.

Broken to the bone.

Broken to the core,

And the fragments lie alone.

© 2012 Samantha Koshiol

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Added on November 27, 2012
Last Updated on November 27, 2012


Samantha Koshiol
Samantha Koshiol

Born in St. Paul, but proud Sicilian., MN

This St. Paul native, finds herself crazy. I was once told: "Everyone is crazy, those who admit they are, are. Those in denial are the ones we should be worried about" more..