Shattered

Shattered. My world spun out, Ripped apart. Torn. Pieces slip from my grip Slicing into my mortal hands, like the glass… Confusion. My compass points deceive, Or not. Lost. Belief fails stripped of veils Distracting me from daily existence, like his path… Snapped. My point to it all, What point? Devoid. Too young for death to come! Leaving the world I cherish so broken. Like his neck… How can the world be full of good When the good go first How can the world be a place of love When her love rides a hearse RE, R.I. P. /* 14 June 2005 Ok, so I fast forwarded just for Clone. I haven't really written any real poetry since this cause I've been a little, what's the word,...shattered ;-) */