Directionless

 

Where can something go?

When a direction was never possessed

Hurtling toward a picturesque end

A beautiful graffiti covered brick wall

Known as our heartbreak

 

Smash

Shatter

Scatter

 

We strived for this

Knew it would happen

All the effort we ever made

Was engineered for failure

Our crude attempt at happiness

Nothing but a twisted mirthless sham

 

Thank you to you

Thank you to me

Thanks to us for getting out

With what was left of ourselves

 

Written by: Mark Lamont

September 2007

 

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

Amen! This is a great write, from a mere audience member!! But, that's what makes us poets poets!! Yes, hopefully at the end, there is still something left of ourselves. Directions. Who keeps stealing the directions??? Energy follows intent, even when unintended. Love this.