A Broken Blade of Grass

the broken blade of grass trampled by random fate lies shattered on the cold ground the oblivious slayer of hearts saunters away nonchalantly to a destination never to be found where can I stumble to in this crazy beautiful vivid insane ugly real place that once was mine when all that's left behind is the cacophony of merciless sound and while for silence I achingly pine but in the end... it all adds up to nought while that bitter taste persIsts and lingers while we allow the magical moments to slip through our blistered fingers until we awake one day from our innured dream that we cling onto while we sleep finally conceding that beyond mere words, we were hardly ever, that deep on the contrary, rather shallow we have been as we continue to shovel emptiness into that space so hollow while lulling ourselves with the promise of the past, and ignoring the freshness of the morrow a tomorrow filled with peace a tomorrow once captive, but now on the brink of release a tomorrow not consumed by the wasted time of the bygone past but a tomorrow brimming with a gentleness meant to forever last...