Untitled inthemiddle: A million years
could never prepare me
for the turmoil now
bubbling and bursting inside me.
Love thought unbreakable
lay shattered and broken.
Razor sharp;
Drawing blood at a touch.
Memories long past
spin round and round
circling on a carosel
of decomposing dreams.
The future looms dark
and vast before me.
But wait, is that a pinprick
of light in the distance?
