Falling Apart

"....for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful Death..."

~~~~~~ John Keats, 'Ode To A Nightingale'

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How to fall apart

Without your hand, I don’t know.

How to be whole

Falling from grace, I don’t know.

How to inhale love

Without your breath, I don’t know.

How to exhale life

Without your kiss, I don’t know.

I don’t know,

Where darkness spreads so thick.

I don’t know,

Where so far out, passion flies.

I don’t know,

When brute reason takes over.

I don’t know,

When the world shuts down in fear.

I don’t know,

Why April’s showers turn malign.

I don’t know,

Why flowers wither in spring.

I don’t know,

Why we dance to sweet blind faith.

I don’t know,

Why the skies spew fire and death.

I only know, falling apart is hard.

I only know, easeful death is brief.

I only know this shattering in my chest.

I only know this rising tide of grief.