Cracks in the Canvas

                                  Had do we cope

With the days after a death?

Empty days, nothing left

Not even a funeral



I see shapes falling inside

Paintings

Animals and humans, row upon row

Walking toward something

Waiting for something



I'm looking for an answer,

Me and a million others

Disbelievers

Deserted lovers

Dear God,

You better not let me down this time



Cracks in the canvas

Look like roads

That never end