Wreckage
The stillness of the moment
that is lost now ago
Never to shine its glimmer,
hiding.
You shall knock on my door
and hear only your knocking.
Then silence.
The chimes.
You shall wait
and will not find me there
You shall look everywhere
but I will be hiding.
Then a soft shattering.
Look below.
You shall find my wreckage
under your feet.
I only ask one thing;
stay away,
stay away forever...
Let me seek for you instead.
Just leave my broken pieces
and go.
Touch it not,
just go.
Copyright © Kell Futoll | Year Posted 2012
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