Where did it began,
the story of the one…
Who’s eyes meet the dark,
held hostage by a shard.

How far can you see?
The past with a small body.
Undeveloped as the one,
with a brain wished it was gone.

Where did it start,
where the arrow of sorrow-
reached the heart?
While the dark follows.

Reflecting the sight of the past,
where every second is the last,
so I can see the cause,
where tomorrow will be lost.

© Benny