5 minute poetry

[RickZarber]

The world is falling through the panes of a thousand shattered glasses
And wisps of beauty leak between the cracks
And everything I find I see is just another piece
And the image I try to build won’t coalesce

If I try too hard, I cut my fingers
If I let it pass, I slip through as well

And find myself falling through the pains of a thousand shattered dreams
Where wisps of beauty linger instead of die
But still all I find are only pieces
And I can only see echoes in the fog

So grow up and throw down and join me on my journey
Escape the solace of solitude
Together, we are alone

So on a day of perfect sorrow we shall leave the hall of dreams
And follow the ancient call of mortality’s horn
Children of the Day and Night - follow!
And we’ll fall through with joy instead of pain