Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
The cracks of life are swallowing
me whole...
day by day...
night by night.
My innocence, corruption, purity,
insecurity, confidence, protection, love,
anger, hate, fate, destiny, and all that
completes me falls through the holes of the cracks.
I try to catch these pieces into my open
palms of my hands, but all I catch are
bitter, hurt, regretful
falling...
falling...
falling tears.
Upon these hands of mine I have nothing
left to give, but I'm not here to receive, either.
I'm here to take back all that has been
lost between.