My World
Slowly descending into chaos
Churning
Like a storm at sea
Throwing overboard all
That remains
Drenching the decks
Of hope love and faith
Scarring and abounding
Without gratuition
Falling into instant remorse
Knowing the no
But always relying on selfishness
To say yes
No turning back no turning
Back to where it began
Make it stop
Heel
The tracks have gone rusty
And will derail all who cross
Those who love and loved
Over the edge
Beyond repair
It's done, its done
The world has fallen apart
My world
It has relinquished forever
No hope of repair for
Love does not forgive
Nor forget
It's time to move on
The hands are ticking, ticking
Ticking by the hours
Wishing for another
To understand the situation
To demand the same attention
Another that knows how
To tape a broken world as whole again
Shattered glass no longer the ruins
The pieces of a part
That never really belonged
That were outcast
Placeless, homeless beings
Among them
Another person
Just one
One that knows understands feels
The sailor of the churning seas
To save the wreckage
To sail back on the seas
Of blood that race through veins
Agitated by the second long process
Initiated by the beating
Stumbling
Confused matter known often
As the heart
The soul
So broken you wonder
Is it gone
With nothing left the remorse
Fades into the blackened night
Turns all beauty into concrete
To be torn up
By those passing obliviously above
Unending torture that has been declassified
No longer a form of abuse
Just another day
One more longing for freedom
And to take to the skies
To be free of regret
The time is up to be repaid, The
Time. Is. Up.