Basically it's about a guy who had the most glorious thing in his grasp, and just let it slip right out of his hands. So clumsy of him.


Clumsy



He can't stop looking at his open hands
Spread out like a child yearning for something
Eyes motionless and unyielding like a witness to a murder
Shows no emotion, stoic in his actions
Yet tears manage to flow down his face
Onto the empty spot in his right palm
he refuses to look at the ground around him
covered with fragments of shattered diamonds
shining everywhere in this room of darkness
except at one place: the empty spot where he's standing
but he still doesn't take notice
hes so fixated and astonished at his clumsiness
how could he drop another diamond?
How could it have broke so easily and abruptly
Diamonds are suppose to last forever
But every time he loses control of these gifts from God
They find some way of shattering in so many pieces
Impossible to put back together
he doesn't deserve to have these things
these glimpses of happiness, purpose, eternal bliss
so he just stands there with that dumb look on his face
wondering how he dropped this one
by far the best one he had
by far the loudest smash he heard
and by far the hardest one he will have to get over
this kid needs to work on his grip
but he swears that the next one will never leave his grasp
but diamonds are rare and almost impossible to find
so the main question here is will there even be a next one?




Poetry by Barry
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 07:43

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