Madness

Broken fragments  
of my dusty little  
shattered palace,  
pierce my heart  
from inside out,  
and a memory  
of the grand before  
cracked from the  
weight of ages  
fills my lungs with  
sweet sour madness.  
How I want to go back  
to the place where  
there was no sadness  
and the eyes shined  
flattering the blindness  
of a pure heart's silence.