A breakdown…
you get around,
but all leads to…
a sad, empty playground.
Being by yourself gets old,
once you’ve done,
all that an old soul… can do.
Looking at the darkness
through the curtains.
You take a peek,
at the future leak
soon to disrupt…
your future week.
Taking a breath
feels like nothing,
until you’ve experienced
the loss… of true, true loving.
…
A breakdown…
you get around,
but all leads to…
the feelings of lounging and swirling,
around and around.
The feeling of nothing…
is something.
It’s weightlessness above a cloud,
where no one… can be loud.
It’s where you will find, a peaceful mind… with calm, calm eyes.
So, be a saint.
Soar above the hate.
Even when all, seems to be…
so,
so faint.