Cracked Foundations

There’s a moment when fate slips through ones hands,
Then the onslaught of desolation amongst one’s heart steps in.
Uninvited.
Vices make petty, friends try to play nice,
Yet we try walking as though we lost a limb.
It’s support no longer prevalent, an imploding bridge,
A burden is born, just as fast as a Midwestern storm,
bliss came into our life and left even quicker,
Decorated in flesh.
Aloneness is not repetitious,
We collapse like decaying walls,
We crack like forgotten foundations.
This is what makes us human,
not inanimate objects.
We are defined by how we take the next step,
Melodious, snickering to ourselves how
They’ll see, oh how they’ll see.
Taking a drag from a cigarette,
Blowing smoke metaphorically into destiny’s face,
Because if our emotions go unused,
They become neglected like foreclosed homes,
Shelter unoccupied when a percentage of this
World is homeless.
And yes, it is going to be hard
And yes, there will be tiny intricacies
That will refuel a past memory, but
We can not let the actions of lost adulation
Affect how we mull through the green grass
En route to our next flame.
Excuses should be left at the welcome mat.
Love is not wasted,
We must pick up the transparent pieces, Straighten our spines,
And march towards whatever shred of inevitable lies ahead.
All the while whispering,
“I’m going to be just fine.”

Waiting to rest our heads

Inside a set of four walls 

Adorned with pictures of

Better days.