Monday, April 25, 2011

Fall and Be Shattered

I can almost remember trust,
Faith that people and life are just,
Before hate.  Broken vows
Aren't the only thing shattered now.

I remember faith in myself.  Belief
In future and worth
Broke down in horror,
But now the questions are routine.

So long I hid holes in my minde.
I could fight as long as my body was fine.
Both parts must fall and be shattered.
Flesh, too, fails me when it matters.

I am not what I once was.
I stand before God and men, broken.
I will never be whole again.

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