Fragments of a Broken Sky

Once whole, the sky above me shattered,
Its pieces fell, dreams lay tattered,
Shards of blue and wisps of white,
Now scattered in eternal night.

I walk beneath this fractured dome,
Where hope once had a lofty home,
Each step crunches ‘neath my feet,
Remnants of a joy complete.

Jagged edges pierce my soul,
Where once clouds drifted, soft and whole,
Now only fragments catch the light,
Reflecting back my inner plight.

I try to piece the sky once more,
To mend what fell to earth’s cold floor,
But cuts run deep on trembling hands,
As I sift through depression’s sands.

The sun, once proud in azure field,
Now hides behind a broken shield,
Its warmth a memory so faint,
Like faded lines of childish paint.

Birds fly confused in this maze,
Of splintered blue and misty haze,
Their songs now stilted, out of tune,
Beneath this sky that fell too soon.

I gather shards in arms embraced,
Each piece of joy now misplaced,
And wonder if I’ll ever see,
The sky as it was meant to be.