like a broken toy
i carry with me
the remains of what use to be
a simple joy
faith that the heart nursed
absurdly sweet
buffoonish
the wind tossed me brutally and rigorously
unmasking the crudeness
the materiality
i stand alone
with barren hands gaping wide
dreams
slipping away
one by one
bewlidered now
lost in a fog
frosted and grey
and as glum as it could be
sullenly cold
a funeral of defunct memories
burried under heaps
of mendacious and feigned zeal
sham nous
sham bonds
sham all