I

Things haven’t been the same since you left. I’m a disoriented mess struggling to

keep up with myself. No regrets. Only pain I feel, causing no rest- for the wicked.

A time loop that repeats itself until I’m a disfigured member- in shambles. No remorse. Life’s a test. But I must continue to fight for my place here or be laid to rest- yes.

From the physical to the metaphysical I am reflected in a black dress. With no direction and not much left to offer. Jaded. Out of luck and out of time. I relapse to cope, still out of hope. Daylight is gone, depressed and alone. I lost (you) my backbone.

II

My thoughts are scattered, a disapproving mess

that I’m unable to fix. How do I properly grieve, I ask?

What am I supposed to do? talk to, when I have no one? Up in the air. Since the beginning it has always been me by myself, always will be. No words. Disarray.

Help me off this floor. Not keeping score, but life has

won the most by far. An endless battle, stuck in the middle. Nowhere to run or hide. Unable to confide. A disconnect. I am alone. Alone with my thoughts in time. Support? my last resort- I am alone. You left me here. A mirror reflects a petite figure- distorted, turn around and pick up the pieces. Who am I? The universe. Human experiences are low blows. The more they hurt the more I grow- evolution. Nothing is permanent I know. But everything feels permanent when I’m alone. Emotional exhaustion, a heart sore. Wrapped around my heart- a pair of handcuffs. Tighten with every feeling- such a ditzy petite figure. Be still. What’s the saying, time heals? Overkill. I’ve met my demise several times- no grand prize. An illusion intertwined in my mind. No clarity, so my thoughts drown. Shedding skin; the layers worth a fortune. This new me; not having you here feels like torture.