Trying to carve a path through
the static, and overlapping voices.
The choices I have made
seem to have unmade me.
I can no longer see the road,
I stumble, and crumble
under the weight of this load.
As the cliche goes, I had it all,
but, I crushed it and let the blood
leak from my grasp,
and when I opened my hand
all I was left with is black silence.