10 June 2012
There in the Cul-De-Sac I lay. Broken..... How did I get here? I'll tell you how:
A sleepless nights worth of words was all I had. Swirling like a torrent in my mind - wanting to escape. I needed to tell you how I felt.
Those mirrors reflect all the mistakes that I made Smashed them to pieces, to dust. Inhaled into my lungs, then into my mind. Seeping to my core.
Had to find you. Tell you I need you. You were my foundations. Without you I subside, waver and collapse.
Running through the dark streets. Dull orange glow like the flame burning in my heart. I cannot find you in this dead end. I'm lost and afraid without you..
Looks like I hit the end. Orange glow fades to black. Shadows play and dance around me... Am I hallucinating...?
Or are those shadows real people?
Stood in the road. Breathless. Weak. ....Something... Someone approaches...
More shapes advance upon me. Boxing me in a military fashion. I collapse into a ball...
I suffer badly
So here I am. Broken in this dead end street. Cuts and bruises, bloody nose, and still can't find you. Is this how it goes?
Feeling myself slipping away. Failing to notice the fatal wounds inflicted. I never got to tell you what was burning away in my mind. Now I think the time is right....
"I love you, I miss you" "I'm sorry for what I did"
I feel absolved as I lay ebbing away...
In the Cul-de-Sac, Broken. • Opuss № I