The glory of the last stolen moment,

And the wreckage of the same,

Still awaits your unneeded comment

That defines single nature’s double name.

No visible scars to the human eye

Yet the human heart can sense it well

All that was said previously is a lie

The worlds large spaces run parallel.

A constant tear between me and myself

To either improve or destroy my being

‘Cause history doesn’t fail to repeat itself,

But, if only the pride of our seeing.

I am a wreck just like you

I accept it as openly as can be

I am a witness to the exhumed few

Unknown worth has no loss in thee.

Graciously I fall like a glass building that breaks

Or as proud as the mighty ship that sinks

The pain touches the flesh, thus the soul awakes

I come out stronger like the lightning that stinks!

Solemnly I state, I make a beautiful wreck

Doesn’t matter what you think so

Feels like I have a hand instead of a deck

Yet I stay in secret, this you know, I know!

-Adelene Coelho