No more, Nowhere

There’s nothing left there,

Dark, broken, ashamed.

Words mar my mind,

Again just words.

But the eat like termite.

Destroying like tornados

Rushing, gushing eating up

Eating it all up.

I would say I am torn after the storm

But whatever was left died down

To ashes scattered.

Scathed  over razor.

Sharp shards of green pastures.

Shards nothing but shards.

Shard of them have taken place in the empty bin

I call my own

I would cry

But tears have drowned into

Salty nothings now.

I never knew what or how

I never knew who or when

But I got lost.

Got lost so deep within

I wonder did Wanderlust of tornados

Eat, sweep it away.

If I could

But I am not there or here.

I am no more.

I am nowhere