The shell that keeps my hope alive
Seems of late eager to dive;
Leaving me with less and less,
Though I try to keep it at its best.
This symbol I hold so close to heart,
That which seemed so bright, upstart;
With each fragment it comes to tell
A truth which deep down bodes unwell.
I keep the faith with superglue
Because I’m bare and naked without you;
But still I fear for the day to come
When the breakage can not be undone.