Trapped. Falling through the air,
Lost. Hovering in the emptiness
That was left of the world.
The hole into which grief had driven me first
Was all to the fault of that final curse.
Fallen. Left out and forgotten
Long ago, another life down-trodden.
Barred, kept out of that place,
From the heart of the world.
Broken. Damaged beyond repair,
Beyond hope and revival,
The toy abandoned on the playroom floor;
Unnecessary for a child’s survival.