Reverie

A whirlwind of blown emotions, a scattered shrapnel of trust,

A need becomes all encompassing, desire becomes a must,

An addiction to belonging, the most destructive need of all,

The rise that is the most thrilling becomes the most dangerous way to fall,

Memories nothing more than phantoms that occupy a fractured mind,

That's left forever wondering why there could never be a response in kind,

A touch that flows electric becomes the only thing to save a damaged psyche,

But as the minutes become hours, the hours become days, salvation becomes unlikely,

So the dream becomes a nightmare, what was pure just a disgrace,

A few well perused and yellowed photographs all that now remain to show life ever occupied this space.