living amidst the wreckage

living amidst the wreckage

it is surprising to awaken amidst the wreckage of life
when did this begin to decay when did that fall down
sorting through the forsaken bits scraping with a knife
all while attempting to delay donning a winding gown
the moments reveal discoveries of what was once lost
where did this bit come from where did this bit belong
listing all in brief sad summaries and adding up the cost
in a dark night or bright sun hiding the right and wrong
washed by rain blown by wind everything now exposed
why was the treasure discarded why was the trash kept
reminders of enemy and friend to be equally bestowed
while time fragile and unguarded waits as a ghost slept
what will be done with the debris what will be gathered
who will listen to the silent plea of an innocent battered