Floodgates

Tear myself open for all to see
Decimation by own hand
Carving out a life, a chosen fate
The crumbling house of cards
Hides horizons behind the dust

Where do we turn in these trying times?
Unveiling the burning within
An empty frame of a life, a gaping hole
How could we let it come this far?

Destitute, derelict, prolonged realization
Survivor's guilt at the greatest cost
Turn every stone, uncover every mystery
A defective pursuit on my own terms

Desperation marks our ways
Clinging to the last of ropes

All eyes upon, dark night of the soul
Boiling points and unspoken sacrifice
Poison thorns, tentacles of past
The weight of silent habit

Here I stand, reborn
Firmly anchored in the mire