You Must Keep Going

Something I whipped up tonight, amongst untameable taunting of the mind. deep, i know.
But this is the first poem I've done in a while, and if I'm not mistaken one of only two or three I've ever done...
There's some intentional patterning in there.... Let me know what it makes you think..

Crumble Stars 
And all that was beautiful


Memories cascade as tears from the heart, 
Falling black unto the earth


Descend O Stars, from your impossible height, 
Fall one by one upon empty houses
That were never filled ...


Huddling in assurance of dusty scenes, 
Memories fight the chill 
Of cold words ...


Burning houses devour ambition and value, 
Where in was stored the wealth;
What wealth


Burning stars ignite the memories, 
Suffocation comes from worry's black smoke. 


Crumble Walls, 
And all that was beautiful


Save
For
Your
Embrace.