Falling Still

Have you ever seen a shooting star, and realised

It was the pieces of a fallen moon, shattered

Broken, drawn to a fiery death, enticed

By the gravity of the embrace, unfettered

Just like the pieces of a broken heart, scattered

Across a universe of hurt, and pain and darkness

When nothingness calls, oblivion batted

Its eyelids, that cold embrace, that starkness

Of not feeling, hurting, that depth of anguish, ended

By that feeling of flying, a fleeting, floating

Down to the ground, a broken bird, descended

No more loss, distance, aching echoes, flirting

With oblivion, with a fire that eats the soul, unabated

By the reality of loss, so profound, so complete, birthed

In the pain of a thousand broken realities, fallen, defeated

In yearning of an ocean, drowning, dissolved, thirsted

Pain, pain, hurts beyond measure, clawing

Like the corpses of undead dream, horror

Of a thousand nightmares, screaming

Out a thousand thousand defeats, abhor

The light that mocks, repels, scattered

Like pearls of broken castles, falling

From the skies like shooting stars, shattered

Like dreams, hopes, fears, boiling

In the hate that eats all goodness, love

Forgotten in a pain so intense, incensed

With raging, writhing pain, pain, drove

Me insane with intense nothingness, fenced

In my loneliness, madness, bereftness

Curled into a ball, smaller, smaller, still

Smaller, and yet I want to die, adeptness

At just falling, falling, a shattered moon.

Still.

Terence K. J. Nunis