A Fragment from the Colourless Sky

Fragments only come when something is broken.

I stand on firm ground,
Yet everything around is fragile,
And the shards that fall from the broken,
Pierce the soft damp earth.

Until cracks,
jagged and torn,

Rip through across the World,

And gaping mouths stretch open.

Hunger, Depression, Anger

Flames lick every corner,

Lighting up the darkness,

Where the horrors lurk.

Only then will we look up,

At a sky devoid of emotion,

Pale and neutral in its beauty,

Graceful, Elegant, Destroyed.

Its fragments don't fall,

They hang above our heads,

Our precious lives within its grasp,

We are such vulnerable creatures.

And in our weaknesses,

Grows our strength,

We realise that the world isn't

What we thought it would be.

So we build skyscrapers,

In hopes that they will be high enough,

To hold up those shards that we made,

To prevent our own ends.

Yet when we go to far,

If we step too deep,

There will be nothing between,

To stop the Sky.

To stop its Fragments.

Crashing down to the earth.

Author's Note

Any thoughts or interpretations are invited with open arms. If you have critique to offer, I would absolutely appreciate that as well. :) Thanks for reading!