broken, or alive?

When you build up 

A tower

Thinking it's on bricks,

And it's not,

And the sand sinks 

Right below you,

The sky seems even more blue,

You appreciate the hazy clouds

So much more.

You enjoy the sun's yellow rays,

The wind's mysterious movements,

The bird's chirping,

The smell of a swamp 

As you drive by at night 

With the windows down,

All so much more.

Even the black silence,

The white noise,

All so much more,

When you're broken yet alive.

Reviews

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nice poem . i feel some hope on the end . not everything is lost . i like it