Calamity… A Poem
Around and around.
‘Till I fall to the ground.
In sin, I succumb.
On my knees, I can’t win.
I fight my conscience once again.
Heart in slow motion, there on my sleeve.
Open for all to see.
To use, to abuse, to bleed.
Light-weight, like that of a feather.
Fragile as silk, vulnerable now more than ever.
A myriad of emotion,
carries in the wind.
Holding me down.
Just beyond my fingertips’ reach.
All the words I can see.
That I’m too afraid to speak.
And all that I could be.
And all that I’ll never be.
Reflected back, there in front of me.
Such is this life of mine.
One beset with too much sorrow.
And far too many hopeless tomorrows.
An unfortunate tale of heartbreak.
An all-too-real catastrophe.
But it’s too late now
Your chances are gone
No pretty words you can spin
To make me whole again
And broken hearts make for good songs
But they don’t right what’s been wronged
And no matter how many times you try
You can’t save me.
I’m breaking free.
This tragic mess.
This self-imposed calamity.
By: Messie (*Johann L Roberts*)