All is broken here

There is no life, only a steady trickle of dirty water

The beach is lined with broken glass

The birds nest filled with rusty metal wires

Pieces of brick which once stood gloriously, now are scattered and broken

I see soda cans floats by like miniature Titanics

Their occupants already long lost

Bits of colored tiles, shiny scraps of copper

All I can hear is cars and trains

The loud din of life here that never really makes a sound

Why have I been brought to this place

Is it supposed to strike fear into my heart

It only makes me break down and cry

The smallness of our world, the hugeness of our lives

How can we bring it all together

How can I make them see what I see when I am walking beside this river

A piece of a school door window lying right where I sit

What might have once been a Sunday dinner dish

All these things, all these stories

My emotions awhirl

Mosquitoes bite my sweaty neck, drinking my life for theirs

Another train rolls by

I hear the ground sing its passing, or maybe it was a scream

A scream of pain and betrayal because that is all I see here

There is no unbroken glass

The junk food wrappers are empty

The bricks have long since lost their corners and the tiles are sharp and jagged

The metal pole covered in blue plastic

I won´t even take a guess

All I know is it isn´t much good now

Where are the trains going and do the passengers know where they are

I feel that if I could bring all this together and create something new

I could this make this beauty show through

For as damned and depressing as it all is it is still beautiful

Sad and lonesome, but still beautiful

As I sat beside the River Styx, and saw the pieces of lives long lost

I wondered who will sit on this shore and see the bits of my own life float on by