Shards of life

 

I am just a ghost walking in a landslide,

Amongst the landmines, already gone

just not quite prepared for the other side

and though the pain feels too big,

not yet ready to grab my shovel and dig.

 

Shards of life,

shattered pieces, scattered wide.

Once belonged to a great window,

we could all look longingly through,

now just a smashed mirror,

that reflects back on you.

 

A flower, petals long ago faded,

withered, degraded

into the soil beneath.

Feeding the ground and the insect teeth.

A skeleton in a snowstorm.

The cold gets to my bones

but no one knows I'm even here.

No one knows.

 

A lost clown with a tear in his eye,

a sad cloud in an empty sky.

Depression smeared in grimness,

I am my own witness,

lost, scared witless.

Just a husk of a man,

a shell, with walls cracked,

a grain of wheat,

more like the chaff.

But I'm not ready

for the harvester to reap away,

and spray my remains into the day.

 

 

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