Shattered

For hours at a time, he stood there,

alone, with his thoughts, away from

all the commotion of a messed up world.

This was it, his shelter, his second home,

the only place he felt he could belong.

In the overall serenity of the place, he felt

safe. Safe to wander, safe to think, safe

to linger freely, away from harmful eyes.

On the outside, he seemed out of place

but inside he was at one with it;

two souls, united as if by the act of fate.

And as he cleared his mind into hopeful meditation,

he could hear it, the soft sound of a soaring bird,

its wings beating endlessly across the dreamy sky.

He felt at ease, as if hypnotized by drips of mellow

honey, making their way progressively down

his throat, awakening all of his senses.

And for a moment, he just gazed

out into the soothing nothingness of the void.

And there it was, right in front of him,

a machine in the midst of a perfect world.

And as it unmercifully clicked, it took away

the only thing he had left: a dream, flying

away, like a piece of silk in a merciless storm.