This poem came to me as I was driving to work a couple days ago, but once I wrote it down, it didn't really look very impressive.
The sunlight cuts through you, splinters on the sidewalk.
Birds on a tree, fruits on a branch.
You reach out, but there is no nourishment.
Only distant memories
Of a frenzied darkness.
Actually I had first come up with the image of brittle shards of sunlight splintering on the sidewalk more than ten years ago, and it has stayed with me. I keep re-using it in various pieces, but never seem to be completely satisfied with the final effect.