Portable Walls

A colorless rainbow with a hidden sun, fills our proverbial sky. The storm has passed, but the devastation is tragically epic. Hearts and feelings are strewn along our road that once led to a future; lying in heaps of sharp words, flung by the winds of anger and spite. The tempest has annihilated the last stronghold in our lives; we are destroyed, we are no more. We have become two separate shards of a shattered glass house; all we can do is cut now. There will be no building of a new home, just the erecting of walls; walls that will find a new home to complicate