I am fractured,
a flower floating in
times that never end.

Orange clouds afire,
lit by disasters,
I am that burning
bratty *******.

Foaming wave,
fierce tidal force
forced to go with
the terrible flow
that beats the shore.

I am the shattered glass
lightbulb burnt out.
Thin shards flying away
from the electrical light
that I made.

I am the leaning lighthouse,
beacon in the storm,
the key to my own
clockwork brain,
just tic tocking away,
wasting time
every single day.

I am all the strange
mixed up metaphors,
as mad as a hatter
cause I make little sense,

and someday I will be
sadly,
past tense.