This is poetry inspired by the daily prompt word: Fragile.
Things are different, time has run.
Years of ageing can’t be undone.
The holes appear, though may be small,
What caused the cuts, hard to recall.
The cracks they show a truth so stark,
A reality so bleak and dark.
There is no way to fix, repair,
No chance of change to what is there.
Too late to see, no sight of hind,
No way to bring back my shattered mind.