Pit_Crick_Zip

Pit-patter-pit,
The rainy droplets scatter,
Amidst the turmoiled soil,
The forsaken remnants,
Of seas and skies,
The real, and the lies.

Pit-patter-pit,
Amidst the trees,
A broken breeze,
A restless sigh,
A voiceless cry.

Crick-crack,
Go the frozen,
Broken,
Unspoken dreams,
The unvocalised screams.

Zip-zap-zip,
The slithering snaky shadow,
Mingling with the dried meadow,
Falling along the landslide,
Of flying arrows,
Of defense,
Or prayer,
Or need,
Arrows....
That fly straight in the midst,
Of a broken replica,
Soaked in the pit-patter of the rain,
As the crick cracks the shell away,
And all that's left is the arrow zip-zapping into a now broken heart.