An old piece of writing I found from years ago...
It was night. Eight minutes and forty-three...

Based on a true story
Verse One...

Misguided,
Sliding against the edges...

Tilting, gently, the edge of the fragmented glass...
Tracing. Slightly. Glancing upward, sunlight...

Hesitant. Damaged. Gathering the loose material...
Turning on her heel, she places the frame of a...

Isolated...crumbled...the fallen diamond
Has rested; fragmented...

Divided; a remnant recollection unhinged
An unaided light settled in a stripe silhouette...

I threw this together. Though this is not exactly...

This poem is based on one of the main characters...

'Til light blends in the midst of night,
And bends beyond mirror glass walls...

[Rise Against] The Roadside
'Til the tint of silver faded light...

Verse 1
Take my hand. Let our fingers touch...