Aigh, informal help not in the form of a thread.
I have no idea where this is going, it may even be finished, I just started this five-minutes ago and let myself fly and made each and every line seven syllables, but I don't know if it's nonsense, or not.
Sifting through broken valleys
Bitterness runs off the tongue
Racing along a dream of
Facing all that ruins the
Same game face that courses through
Veins take up root; cement in
Soil kicks up and leaves this plane
Taking with it innocence
Of broken and scarred body
Hurting the ones who only
Cared for wherever we were
They lie scattered, nearly bare
Making paper planes to throw
Fitting them with pilots sparred
Now we glade across the ice
Like small tambourines dying
A sound so naked to ears
We share same catastrophes