Coming undone - again

What we have

what we want

what we can have

and what we wish to have

are four continents separated

by endless oceans of

murky decisions,

ruthless situations,

foggy vision

and repeated fission.

Whether you listen to

the heart or the head,

you can feel the beats ebbing,

the texts unread,

so many stories unsaid,

and you return every night

to restless sleep on a cold bed.

The cracks peep again

only the light that was awaited

never found its way in.

The cold rain fills the gap,

the chill hitting you crisp like a slap.

The conscience blames, the guilt melts

but pain, my friend, demands to be felt.

I stand at the bend of the road

getting drenched in the showers 

I let on upon myself.

I pull the sleeves right up to the fingertips

stare at the shore and the disappearing ships

I pull myself closer and breathe into my fists

and welcome the downpour, the chill and the mist.

I'll be okay but at the moment

it's all a little insane because

I am coming undone - again.