An Excuse to Fall

The fragments hold
Stuck like static
Hanging on tightly
Praying for peace
In a chaotic existence
Desperately seeking
An excuse to fall
To blaze a trail
Like dying stars
Delivered from heaven
In ephemeral disgrace
But still as beautiful
As a flower in bloom
Fighting to stay alive
While the world revolves
The dreams lost in ash
Left behind by a god
Who sits high and judges low
Waiting for a chance
A divine intervention
The shift in exchange
Between love and apathy
And the keen difference
Of a decimal’s breadth
A slip and a cry
Frantic for an audience
For someone to applaud
The fragments as they scatter
Into an unforgiving wind
And dust the earth below
With forgiveness.

Sam