Shards
The echoes of childhood lingered in me,
Like rays in the dark that I rarely could see.
Sometimes they toss my sleep like the sea,
Bringing the sharp shards of childhood to me.
Unnoticed, the river of time flowed away,
The memories drifted and faded unseen.
The warmth was forgot like a dream,
My childhood so far — an abyss in between.
Carried it. Careless. Rushed in the blind.
But fell. Dropped. Only shards left behind.
Gathered by touch, groping deep in the black,
Just cut up my hands — I can't put them back.
