Gone

Varying emotions...in stages...at their highest. 6 stanzas of emotional timeline, regarding one reaction to an action.

Is there a point? What is my life?
Other than chaotic turmoil and strife?
I do not even know what will happen tomorrow,
beyond knowing that I appear and vanish with sorrow.

My existence has fallen, ripped apart at the seams...
Me lies on the ground, shredded fabric among leaves.
I keep struggling - nothing is sound, nothing is sight,
and nothing seems wrong, but nothing seems right.

Fight, fight, fight, plunge across the hazy battlefield;
weaponless hands, wounds bleeding, comrades never again healed.
My soul is the parchment, these scars the story,
experience holds the pen, war-worn and gory.

Brick upon brick, mortar spread thick,
you think you've trapped me, but I've another trick.
Watch my hands create this illusion, while you think you've won,
but the night has fallen, and I've fled with the sun.

It's a pity, a pity I care so much.
If I had no heart, I'd say "don't look, don't touch".
Instead, I "live", and I do it with a grin,
until I've "lived" too much, and wanderlust kicks in.

Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can,
but you can't catch me, because I'm the gingerbread man.
He was a fool and trusted you; I am not so stupid...run, re-birth inside,
change again - that's what I do when my pain can no longer hide.

Author's Note

Strange piece...many different aspects - hopelessness, looking back, get back up 'can't hold me down' with a vengeance attitude...realization that it's all a lie, a lie told to placate others, to spare them (undeservedly) pain....and finally, the peak, bitterness, distrust, and...perhaps...a bit of justice.

Written in the same time frame as "Resigned to Irrelevancy" and "Trust"...