Reconstructed Masterpiece

Reconstructed Masterpiece

In a world of empty shadows

I watch and sit alone

Blocking out the sunlight

I give an inward groan

Sheltered in a cardboard box

With the rain blowing hard

The water rises to my shoulders

And the box suddenly falls apart

Where is my tape and sowing string?

A flashlight and some flair

No matter how much I mend it‘s sides

The rest of it begins to tare

I look around at the pieces held tight

And try to fix the rest

But every time I shed some light

I end up loosing what I love best

I hold my breath

I count to ten

I search for the strength

To build my box again