There is a quietness to broken worlds
A haunting stillness that follows
Each of my wandering steps
As I look for the pieces of me left
Under the debri

The calm after the storm is so much sadder
Than the one before it
I mourn the things I lost in the fire and
Find myself missing the burn
Of the flames

I taste the ash on my tongue and wonder
If I'll ever taste anything else
Or if that has, too, been lost to the...