The Perfect Storm Poem by chris schwartz

Darkness
I find myself in another room
Surrounded by those
Much younger
Than my spirit
Can consume.
I haven't been
Where you've been
But I feel like
I've covered the ground
You keep searching
I refuse to make a sound.
Protected
By a canopy
Made of glass
Waiting for life
To shatter
It's beauty
Once again.
Had a short run
Stomping the wild flowers
Roaming free
In the tall grass.
But the wisdom
Lurks inside of me
Thirty story condos
Were never meant
To last.
Even cement crumbles
Though it takes
The perfect storm
To ravage all
The beauty we
Have built
Through life's sequence
We're abhorred
When in the end
Our absence
Sets sail in the minds
Of those who miss
The perfect memory
The undiscovered harmony
Of the uncharteredabyss.