poems for the hunted

Disaster, Part Two

I am an ongoing disaster

poetry has failed me and I have failed prose

I am overcome with dread, the feeling I can only go down from here

I used to feel quite the opposite, actually

I believed that you can only go up, even if you fall to the ground

you can get up and make your own story

out of the ashes

but recent turn of events makes me wonder who I am

and how my past plays into my present and my future and

I've been so afraid to write these lines, to make it real and undeniable

but my mind has changed now, my soul corroded with realisation.

I truly believe I will never be loved in the same way again

not in the same way you held me that night

both of our souls exposed

that feeling of dread has finally reached me

as Buk said,

what you were 

will not happen again 

The person that made me whole has now

locked everything away

You will say you loved me, but it will never feel the same

it can only go down from here

and the storm is readying to wipe me out.