Poem No. 142

A crystal box that's shattered, a worn and weathered shoe,
A tattered heart that has been left battered, black and blue.
A hurricane of song, that a banshee's voice cries out,
A binding of the thoughts that plead, between a screeching shout.
First the lonely calls begin, and cry unto the moon,
First the melted smiles start, before it's even noon.
First the insecurities strike like an orchestra,
First the doubts well up inside; a plague of pneumonia.
When a folly sparrow lurks over grizzly greyish skies,
When a weeping soul is bleeding, and realizes its demise.
When a hardened mind is severed, and thoughts ooze from deep within,
When a hand that once embraced is torn from skin to skin.
The jolly ones will laugh again, though only in retrospect,
The bones of those who fought will splinter, in means to love and protect.
The clouds will gather angrily and scream loud in the abyss.
The lovers with their lifelong bond will then share lives last kiss.