Broken (the fall of a shattered world)

standing, watching

as the delicate sphere

(that was in our care)

came falling

slowly, yet unable

just by myself

to make it

stop

I tried, I reached out

to close

my small hands around it

and saw other hands

all stretching out

among a myriad of idleness

that seemed so strange at

such a time

but I found that our weak

effort wasn't enough

and felt only the strong rush of air

which brushed my fingertips

(it seemed odd that

the sphere which moved

so slowly had such

powerful effects)

and, even though I knew

I should do something

I couldn't call out for help,

there were too many people

who were not seeing-

who would not care

so I was scared

"there was too little time"

(I consoled myself)

the sphere hit the ground

and in a brilliant explosion

burst into a display of shattered

fragments

that lay on the ground

in the puddles

of tears that fell from the

sky