For me <br />there is no fun anymore <br /> <br />The spring has dried up <br /> <br />The mud is cracked <br />like large flakes of rust <br /> <br />The wilted flowers <br />have blind roots <br />wandering nowhere <br />striving for nothing <br /> <br />The uncloaked dagger <br />is fallen upon <br />and the glistening red <br />points toward <br /> <br />the Heavens<br /><br />Jeffrey Philip Clegg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glistening-dagger/
