Broken

Tell me who split you to pieces today

Was it the call of another failed day

Or the reminder of the turmoil tomorrow

That leaves your heart so short and narrow

The pieces are left to scatter and disperse

Bound to never join because of the curse

The curse of a deformed reaction to life

Little to make sense of or to derive

The vase falls several times to hard floor

And hold itself together weaker than before

But with the pieces all reformed yet fragile

Did you think you would last another mile

On the estranged tragedy of a mangled road

For once the pieces come together be warned

Same cloths can't be stitched from the same yarns

No longer does it hold shape or nature

Becoming altogether a different creature

And so the vase sits still again against the winds

Waiting for the next momentray fall life brings

But with each fall it gets a little more strong

Against the final fall that's quite far long.