Monday, October 20, 2014

Small and white, clean and bright

I walk on concrete
I walk on grass
I walk on surfaces made of glass.

I walk for hours
a lifetime it could be
the crack that shatters.

It happened like that, with no warning
the hope was gone.


Hollowed, relentless.
Silly, even.

Now, a new familiar.

Light shines through what's left empty.