the mainstay

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the empty glass sits on the table
worn is the wood, splintered
dust has collected in the glass and on the table
the glass, the table, the house abandoned
outside, the field of knee high grass blows in the wind
and wild flowers dance there too
such a contrast
i look out across the field
my mind a haze as clouds and fog
begin to pour down across the field
wisps of fog and cloud skim across my face and body
oh i remember the way things once were
the gracefulness of pleasantries with loved ones
the elevated body filled with love
the days of carefree and friends
oh i remember the way things go by
the beginnings and ends
the lives we live
like a storm that forms slowly
and then suddenly begins to pour down
pour down, like the fog and clouds upon the field
like the tears from eyes wracked with pain and emotions
enough to fill that glass that sits on the splintered table
worn is the soul, fragmented
from each time a heart is given to another and then returned
with a piece missing
ah yes, i once stood in that field of clouds and fog
and dancing grasses and flowers
i sat at that splintered, worn table with the empty glass
tempted to disturb the tranquility of the dust and splinters
and the empty glass, but i dare not
break the laws of providence
and so i just simply become a part of the abandonment
blend in with the dust and cobwebs and splinters
but occasionally i have to look outside at the field
to watch and wait for the clouds and fog
the mainstay

this came to me after stopping and just sitting 
still in my chair doing nothing for a few 
so here it is