by cricketjeff on August 18, 2012. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
And all I knew was ordered, A to Zed.
Now every door I need to open closes
And chaos and confusion fills my head.
The poisons that could tear apart the future
Were dropped into the waters of my past,
And threads that I relied on as a suture
Now form a deadly web that can’t be passed,
I thought that I could calm the raging seas
But hurricanes have scattered every breeze.
I don’t know anything anymore.
There isn’t any more for now, too painful.