The feeling of sheer joy

Hangs on my heart like a butterfly

This joys… is my toy

A model airplane flies then crashes down from the sky

Once I see the plane fall

The world stops dead in its tracks

The skies turn gray, dull; the crows do a wailing call

I can't ignore everything, I can accept the facts

The plane is broken

Some parts are missing… mostly its heart

No words can be spoken

The hurt that I feel is my heart breaking apart

This poem is broken, tragic at its very best

This is for somebody that someone lost… be at rest