(photo of where my son’s father broke into my apartment through the ceiling…one of many tragic events I was still working through when this happened…)
Broken Ceilings
I am isolated, I am alone,
Where my past brings back the terrors that come at night,
And I am a prisoner to the secrets of my own transgressions;
I live in the darkness,
Where the sun is reticent,
And naught of the existence I once had remains;
I can not find my way out of all the lies among the ruins,
Where I am blinded by delusions,
And the ceiling breaks, it’s caving in all around me;
I am a corpse, fragile, brittle, and weak,
Where my sacrifice was less than what fate would take,
And the murky watery graves are buried in the abyss beneath the surface;
I am lost, gone, ne’er to be seen again,
Where the burden I bear is too severe,
And my heart afflicted such that death is welcome, desirable;
Less to suffer, less to endure, less to sustain…in this life I am no longer living.