Breakdown

As it fell into the dark,

My body was not mine.

The sparks retreated as fallen stars,

In vision not in time.

Here I stood one year before,

A vision of promise, of solid ore.

Now eyes reflecting what I once was,

Mirrors - glazed and listless.

My image in passing gives me pause,

Sulking as a scorned mistress.

Here I stood one year before,

A vision of promise, of solid ore.

The birds reel; beckoning me,

Where I once felt at home.

The briefest moment for the world to see,

Then swallowed by the bluest tone.

Here I stood one year before,

A vision of promise, of solid ore.

Shaking. It travels up me; a quivering wave,

Through my feet to the tips of my hair.

No, this one can't be saved,

The weight's too much to bear.

Here I stood one year before,

A vision of promise, of solid ore.

On the edge - only one judge now,

To fall where I once soared.

It's over, I can finally bow,

Face the supple wrath of the board.

Now, shivering, here I stand,

A sight for sore eyes, a bag of sand.