Strapping up with Bombs

In the back ground I hear explosions, the inner gut has imploded

My thoughts have spit up and spewed bitterness, my existence is

bewilderment with a touch of melancholy

Sadness is my new found joy

My glass heart is full of shards and broken fragments

My back is now bent-I'm open to critique

I lie naked with my eyes open, fore night is at times too painful

I'm now vulnerable, my once glass heart is now made of stone

enclosed with barb wire

I can honestly say the world is strange, people are crazy, careless,

sleep walkers of nonchalantless "sometimes I think I might high jack

a plane", that thought leads to no where fast

Sometimes I'm ready to walk the line, the line that leads to infinity

that place we don't venture back from