***Gone With The Wind***

I float and twirl,
with no enjoyment,
dead like the leaves,
that blow beside me,
all wilted and crimples,
like a flower in fire.

The scar of my past,
shows where I turn,
where I float I see,
blurs I don’t want to see,
broken at the seems,
all torn apart.

Cold hate,
ices my heart,
as heavy as an iceberg,
dead and rotten,
red blood to black blood,
a skull criss crossed,
with bones of death.

Love is broken and ruined,
friendships torn in half,
blood spilt, ink poisoning skin,
scratching and slapping.

I float away on a windy day,
over seas and land,
looking down below on life,
that I miss,
I’m gone with the wind.