The shards of life piece together to make us incomplete, <br />Without rules we are lost in a maze of despair, <br />Trapped amongst the branches that hold us up, <br />But what do we do with all the evil clowns at the town fair. <br /> <br />The glass shatters behind closed doors as the skeletons are released, <br />Intoxicating the truth with a greater story than the one that has been told, <br />Correcting the little tests we take as the mistakes are never ignored, <br />And now these souls are being lost and sold. <br /> <br />Ash to ash, dust to dust, dancing in the shadows that save us, <br />These shadows call my name to reinvent this scene, <br />Exploding into orange as the sun will never rise again, <br />No longer able to pierce the clouds with the rays that used to gleam. <br /> <br />Painting the pictures that people hate but can't stop staring, <br />After dark we come out and are discreetly up to no good, <br />But what punishment is deserving of these unnoticeable crimes, <br />No reasons are given to those found dead in the woods. <br /> <br />Swimming on dark water to hear the call of a mythical beast, <br />Mistaken identity which caused us to create this shielded screen, <br />Screaming out in hope that someone might hear us, <br />But we are left in nature and in it's uncontrollable extremes.<br /><br />Joanne Kearsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ash-to-ash-2/
