April 21, 2015Poem
What breaks
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What breaks
When pieces of memory
Fall away.
Grey ashes, blown
From the hiatus
Of an aching heart.
Sorrow numbs
Its distraction,
As the body
Fulfils its obligation.
Progress
Becomes an art form,
A bier for the soul
Carried in deep sleep.
Some days
Scatter the brain
More than others,
As the coil
That tightens
Its grip
On the hard shell,
The veneer
That covers the belief
In meaning,
Fragility disguised
And so easily shattered,
Finally Exposes
The truth of things,
Never forgot,
Though barely remembered.
What happens
In the breaking,
When the disparity
Between sleeping and waking
Promotes
Such painful disintegration,
Brings damage to senses
And as broken pieces
Fall away,
The story
Of life can be lost,
In the grind
From love and lust,
To memories
Of rust and dust.