Young Writers Society

Falling Apart
Things fall apart
so quickly. The vase
that I tried madly
to mend
has broken
once more.

Now I am falling,
falling apart inside.
The pieces of my soul
shatter, splinter
like glass glinting in the sun.

I lie broken, soulless,
in surrender to ruin.
Yet even as I face failure,
my shadow watches, smiles, laughs.