Alone

Uncontrollable urges

run through a body

numbed by thoughts

and senseless actions.

I hold a trembling cup

in my glass hand.

I trip and fall

and all is lost...

all is broken...

My hand... my cup.

I walk through

the broken glass

and the pieces

prick my feet.

A pool of blood

is left behind

to remind me

of what I've done...

The moon owls

and the wolf hides.

I dance naked

under the stars

hoping for a sign.

But the signs

are yet to be seen.

And no one comes

to share this madness.

I sit down and realize

I am alone...