Broken China

Sitting alone under the century-old Tamarind tree,
 meditating about anything
 that can 

ease the loneliness felt
inside of me. 

Like a sordid drought
of intellectual exercise
capable 

of harming the mind, 

thoughts run
like mad
and strike
a fire
engulfing everything in its
path. 

The shockwaves
rattled
the nerves 

of everyone that happened to be around
and brought 

shivers to the weak
spines inhabiting the land. 

I became the sole
witness when the precious
china came crashing
 into the ground. 

Broken into a hundred slivers, 

I weep for the loss of my only link to the golden past.

photo credit: Melody's Portrait