Please

Please?

Who cares for courtesy in these parts ... ?

Take These Broken Wings

Can something be considered broken that was never actually completed?
I mean, I know you can break incomplete things, but can you call something incomplete 'broken'?

Am I a broken person, or just incomplete? What pieces complete me; who, what, where is the one that made me (or rather, failed to do so)?

Meaningful dreams elude me in the void.
Alone I drift under the stars
Pondering the fate of children
Dying from afar, so far ...

Where do we go, we who laugh in the face of chaos?
Crowded places full of loneliness, loud as the clapping of one hand
Squaring our shoulders, circling the drain of consciousness
Triangulating the point of no return

A line of fools crosses the threshold.
Holding our tears in our veins
In vain do we hold our souls
Wandering aimlessly across this plane of existence.