All we have
is our faults.
Now to sort through them.
Kills me inside,
and makes me sad.
Stuck in a cult
I created myself when
all my chaos collides.
I can not get out.
It is dark, help me, help me.
Who can save me from this?
My deep dark hole.
I scream and shout.
It is dark, I cannot see.
The way out, I always miss.
Pick up my peices and make me whole.
Digging through the grout.
This is not who I want to be; save me save me.
I wait and I wait
for my savior.
Years pass. . .
Do I give up?
Or do I white knuckle it and believe in fate?
Who will capture
my love that will everlast?
Am I worth it? Could I be enough?
Can I make him happy?
Can I show him every sadistic part of me?
Could he treasure
my beautiful chaos?
I guess we will have to see
if he can accept the good, the bad and the ugly.
A cold-hearted measure.
The deadly exhaust.
Only time will tell for sure,
until then I am lost.


© L.C Myers