Broken

You can listen to the cracks
that have started appearing...
Like soft, raw wood left in the sun..
These fissures can't be undone

Now nothin can console the heart
I am breaking down, part by part..
All my defenses are gone
I am losing all I have...one by one

And I know, no one will surmise
Not even you...
That I'd been running a race
that had no prize.

-td, April/May '07, Bangalore