Split a borderline personality,
Get two halves of neurotic modality.
An ‘already dead’ notion.
Can’t see the forest for the trees
when a tree is all you see–
Overlooking sources of seeds,
And depth of her heart that bleeds.
The careless can’t care, not don’t.
The lifeless can’t live, not won’t.
Torn and twisted loveless slopes
Sprouted the withering of her hopes.
Abandonments sent a piercing scream
In the green field of a cemetery scene.
Isolation’s home sweet home–
The darkness for words to roam.