Clutching at straws

In vain you clutch at straws Trying to hold on to a vague image You remember catching a glimpse of In a tarnished reflection In pain, not physical But ever present in your core A broken being hiding in its broken shell Trying to stay who you thought you were Insane or just a step away Falling, waiting to hit the ground Fading into something until impact Equivalent to a fist full of straws A fist full of straws A fist full of straws Of straws