Watch me pick pieces
Cardiac geometry
Repair rut you ripped

After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave

I worry
For the unmoving mountain
Unable to move an inch
In the midst of an earthquake.
The shaking ground
Does not mean to destroy it
But it cannot be helped
When some things
Are just so obstinate.
They must survive
Or crumble.

The earth is changing beneath us all.
When the dust has settled,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Fall apart or carry on.

I’m still staring into space,
I’m looking into another place,
A place where life is fair,
A place that isn’t anywhere,
It’s a different time that I see,
A time that never was or will be,
I feel things that I can’t feel here,
I feel things besides sadness and fear.