Chaos Theory

Chaos Theory

Flaming out spectacularly

going down in a fit

of rage,

I pull out flowers

by their roots!

It's not a complement 

you see,

it's a state of mind

on fire.

And I grind my teeth

until I taste blood,

keeping my hands free

from my heart,

baring down on the hourglass,

ripping pages

from my book.

Ripping pages from my book!

I look around my wasteland 

breathing,

and I cant take it anymore!

All I ever wanted 

was to drink up life,

and someone to sing me to sleep.

Reviews

[Misery]

The anguish and pain that haunts your words is not dissimilar from those that torment my own wasteland.
Deeply moving poem, dear Abigail.

[Chris]

Damn... you touched a chord and the harmonies rose in a cloud of sparkling gnats of wished imaginings and ne're-to-be(s)...

[Abigale LeCavalier]

Thank you so much fr all the reviews and friendship!