Fragility, by Logan
Small and cold, I see the sky falling.
Bearing witness to the destruction.
What a startling realization I have arrived at.
A world not unlike my own, crushed.
Is it fate?
The will of god?
Or is it nature?
An act of normalcy?
Relinquished, all hope of life.
Immortality, finally achieved.
The foundation, shifted, collapsed.
A world so fragile.
There is nothing left.
Simply the echoing cries.
Immortalized in the falling sky.
|Posted: 2008-06-15 20:56:39 UTC|
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|2008-08-07 18:48:14||Tim Pozzi
|i definitely like this piece.