Time would forgive the Gods,
But we weren’t supposed to know.

It was time to applaud the

Right things, but the seasons
Had lost their control.
Nobody dimmed the lights out
So when I looked at everybody’s souls
I didn’t realise
There wasn’t 1 I could call my own.
I had become suck a wreck,
Feeling like an unfinished Russian doll;
Nobody noticed the cracks in my bones.
Was I the only 1 that heard it raining stones?
My wallet was short to pay the boatman his toll,
He looked at me like a tattered card deck.
They never told us to be ourselves,
So we just became fragments
Of once broken entities.
We left our home towns,
Drinking bereft words when
Not a soul forgot the order,
Hold the motion.

by Adam Shove