illusive succour

and in the broken pieces of the bowl
lie droplets of moisture

they hold their form with poignancy
dissipitating under the sun

leaving many simple fragments to dry
slowly fading away into dust

until another walks over barefoot
succouring thirst with blood

but soon the pieces are extracted
then tossed away to die anew

could you have been so careless
to break me in the first place?

Date Added: Wednesday February 20, 2002 - [permalink]

Dedication /Inspiration:
... heartbreak... herzeleid.

Poignantly, pieces of another hold a heart until it refuses to stop letting them feed, and give them the rest that they wish to escape, but cannot face.