Worn

Are you afraid,

Holding on to that cliff

That doesn’t exist anymore?

Why do you stay

When you know it is over?

The music doesn’t play anymore,

But you try to dance anyways.

The love has dissipated,

The passion evaporated into

Heated air of nothingness.

Under immense pressure

Expected to clamber for things

Which fail to resonate with us.

An iron pyramid staring at you

From the sky, upside down

Crashing into your hands, you

Try to hold up this life you molded,

Hold up this life you crafted

Out of the thoughts of yesteryear.

And people expect you to continue forth

Despite the fact that this path may be

Worn

Cracks proliferate over your body

Starting from your hands down your arms.

They run like rivers of light.

A shattered being trying to resist

Exploding into a new form.

Is it worth it to stay this way

To stay broken, or would you rather

Succumb to the truth that your life as you knew it

Was over yesterday?