The pieces assemble
Incompletely
And on their own
They look so real
But the pieces assemble
Like a patchwork sky
And now I think
That I can see the rain fall

The nightmare resembles
A hurricane
As it slaughters my senses:
Incoherent
I stare at the pieces
Littering the floor
And the patchwork sky
Has fallen in.

Sometimes
It looks like
The sky is falling in
Patchwork or no
And still I must stand.