Some days are long and troublesome,

While others go by fine;

Every now and then,

You just have to draw a line.

 

A divider between that which contains a vile,

Ornately covered in gold;

With a sweet smelling essence,

Safely tucked away inside;

 

And that of  fragile crackers,

Sprinkled carelessly on the ground.

Where if someone were to step upon them,

They would only be  crushed crackers;

Blown away by the wind

 

Some nights, are long and lonely.

As I lay my head on the bed;

Holding onto my pillow;

As my eyes start to turn red.

 

Finally sleep comes,

Then ...the morning's dew

As I reconsider, everything

That I thought,

I once knew.

 

And I just carry on

As the next day comes

And goes by once again.

And all seems to be so very routine,

As I wonder...

 

What happened to those dreams?

Those essences trapped,

In the vile so ornately shown.

Where they push against the cork

That holds them inside,

 

Knowing if they were free,

From their prison;

They would feel so alive.

 

Those dreams of the way

That things could be,

If fairy tales came true

And all the stars were aligned properly,

 

For this is all they know.

They know only of Laughter,

Of Happiness, of Love and Joy,

They know of forever,

The Love of a girl and a boy.

 

Thus their only purpose in life,

Is to be free from their keeper,

So they may fulfill,

All in life that they know.

 

Some manage to escape;

And spread their wings;

As they live life

To the fullest.

 

While others merely

Fall to the ground ;Lifeless.

As the reality of life

Strips them of their essence

 

They merely

Fall to the ground

Where if someone were to step on them

They would only be crushed crackers

Blowing away in the wind.

 

 

Crushed Crackers

Copyright 2002 by Jeff Benda

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