Shatter

A lot has been said

Written

And bled to these pages

Worlds have been left

To decompose over ages

What passions spent

Over a wine glass

And half-lit

Cigarette

Would burn into these countless

Blank spaces, the hatred I've been given

This dissent, desire for

Revolution

Stems from the need to be

Known, the dream that

Someone could read into

My own struggle, this leveling

To rubble, all these skyscraper hopes

I've harbored, never bothered

Before

But who knew, not you

Not the few

I was sure would

So I find myself alone

And know

I'm home, when the chill reaches

The bone, and the shadows grasp at

My soul, I remain whole only

Because I've let go.