Fragments and Fictions

All I have left are fragments,
Just some old bones trapped in a shell.
What a man I could be.
If I just believed in me.

All round me people are hurting.
I can see it in there fractile eyes.
They just traverse thoughts bound
By fiction through other people's eyes.
We know now that everything has a consequence. And that's something we shouldn't have to feel.

So the only thing left to do is to let it go.
I can't wait for the colors to turn.
I can't wait till the ocean has had enough.
Or when the moon will turn it's back to us.
I can't wait for the earth to settle.
For she will leave me to rust.

I see now in my waking days. That this is now a cycle I hold close to me.

It's all I've known for such a long time.
How do I escape it all, after 7 whole years wasted on the both of us.

A shoulder to lean on is better then a rope.
No need to hang your head.
When there so much left in hope.
Feelings are like quicksand, sinking lower till there's no air in sight.

Every story told was a fable you created.
To curate your sense of accomplishment.
But where is mine?