Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft.
My strength and confidence is has been drained,
I have non no more.
Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air.
I feel my self shatter,
I can feel that am breaking,
I know that i have been splintered
And only love can stir me back into position.
With every piece of debri falling from the sky,
And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas.
I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness.
Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks.
Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness.
Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence,
I keep faking my smile everyday,
Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night.
The only witness present is my sobbered pillow.
Yet like air controllers,
Those who care seem to wonder
"What on earth has happened to her sparkle?"
"The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey"
"Where has she lost her zeal,
Her love for nature is gone,
What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?"
And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers.
All the answers can only be found by the search rescures,
Maybe somebody out there knows i need help,
Somebody willing to get all the answers, i guess...
Somehow i know,
That my heart like a black box lies,
In the deepest ends of the sea bed.
Unless some one comes and opens it,
I will never really know is wrong with me.
