My World. In a nutcracker.

A regular evening. I know not how, nor when.
The walls come crashing down, of a sudden.
Its like my world was sitting in a nutcracker,
Waiting to be crushed to peices, biding its time.
Who put it there? the Gods? Or Fate sublime?

I sift about the ruins, salvaging scrap, and memories;
Hope to rebuild maybe, and stem the agonies.
But gaping craters are all I find around,
Nothing to fill the bitter voids with;
Except maybe, absurd hope and homespun myths.

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