Saturday, January 19, 2013

DOWN THE DRAIN


It all fell,
Not one broken piece left,
Down the drain;
Where perhaps
It shall inherit the dampness,
The coldness, and darkness
Of the unfamiliar dwelling.
Yet from Above,
A light shall seep through.
From the holes where they passed,
There it shall lapse,
Racing itself to give life
Where the broken pieces
Are once again made whole.
Down the drain.
Water.
Light.
Life.
It's time. #