In fragments these questions arise

Shard’s when touched soon vanish

What is beauty compared to grief?

Why is joy in league with sorrow?

In darkness lives the promise of light

When put to rest; the past we banish

For you alone I am still, here in shards

In this sliver; time is all we can borrow

Splinters of another sanity creep in

Held at bay, never trusting to show



Stephen Allen

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