Priorities

I'm being torn apart

Apart by thoughts of priorities.

They seem to plague my caged heart

Why isn't there free sureties?

Enveloped by the ceaseless chaos

Left to despair, crying in the dark.

Drowning in my constant state of pathos

Nothing remains that'll leave its permanent mark.

Haunted by an abominable past

The future seems like a blur.

Maybe it's just tears running fast

Making me a continual saboteur.

On the edge of a keen sword

Faltering between priorities and desire.

But priorities become my Last word

Because my unquenched thirst lacks fire.