Look Below

Who am I to stand alone with my head between my legs?

All my hopes and dreams shattered like broken glass on the floor

My heart in pain like a harpoon shot through its center

Whirlwind spinning my life out of control, hanging it at the edge of a cliff

I stand at the edge of my life with the wind smacking me in the face

I'm a god at the edge of his sanity

Lost between protecting or standing aside and letting free will take its course

The harder I look at the pit of my life

The faster the bottom of the abyss rushes towards me

I fear to be greeted by the stench of rotten dreams

Dreams that were forgotten and had their bowels turned inside out

Dreams with hollow, shallow emptiness engulfed in sadness

My choices, my crossroads and difficult decisions

To untie the rope harnessed around my life and fall

Who will catch my corpse, my detached limps?

Who tried to catch all those dreams lying at the foot of the world?

I can’t take a chance in hope or love

Snatched from my mother’s placenta

My umbilical cord ripped violently exposing precious blood vessels

The world just smiled at the crimson drizzle of a broken life

As for me, my life rests in my hands

Disjointed pharoses confusing truths of heaven and hell

They try to gather hopes and fears

But I tell them to look below for my detached limps

Look below for my lost dreams

Look below for my name, cut to shreds

By the knives of cruelty, lies and corruption of society

I face this wind full face and fear not the outcome