Crack of a Shell

Layed in a bed
Helpless to the world
Whole
resting still

Under feathers
of white and gray
Dreaming of it's future
The coming of may

Hands reach to hold
this precious life
not caring what it will be
if it will see the light

Not even a being it is
before it cracks
the love that it once had
now lacks

as it watches from heavan
mocks you
I may have broken
by you are broken too