All I have left of you
I have only a few
to sift through?
to come to?
of inadaptable cause.
My heart, the wreck.
Is it my
Trust in ever after,
Promises that fell on empty ears.
You know, it's already fall here.
Overstep their linear boundaries
Swirl soliloquies around Bethesda's ears.
This deafening crack,
The schism of kaleidoscopic dreams;
(Infallibly unrealistic, through and through)
Has ruthless, cold strings
attached to my marionette heart.
From my compartment,
In the end.