Broken Things

And so the glass sky had shattered,
And even the mountains broke and came down into a crashing avalanche,
In a distance I stood still,
I watched in wonderment as I heard nothing,
And every thought was inflamed,
It burned in all it's glory,
Fueled by every great expectation,
Even my eyes I had closed,
There was no need to watch my crimson moments I nurtured so dearly,
be obliterated in the fury,
The piercing sharpness of reality tormented my mind
I was only ever angry with myself,
Had I never placed you among angels,
Had I never insisted that you be part of my heaven,
Then maybe I wouldn't have been bounded in my own hell.

C.M.