Pieces

My heart is broken tonight.

Written 8/10/2005

Misery landing
Like a tip toe
Tittering softly
With satisfaction?

What a discouraging thing
To concede a victory
To Defeat. It

Grinds away with
An unceasing hum:
Droning and drilling
What feels like a gaping hole.

Scrape, scrape
Like so many layers of
Paint off a wall
Color after color falls away
Leaving a bleak gray wash
And discarded pieces of
A rainbow
On the floor.

This is something of my
Present heart.