ONE

I'm broken
Can you not see
The severed pieces
of me
Can you not hear
me crack
and sear
Under the pretenses
within the fear
So as you turn
Your blinded eye
I delve through
the bottomless
lost and dark night
I'm drowning
can you not hear
my gasp and gurgled
wet interior
I'm reaching
Yet you do not see
Just past my dark
eternity
I'm lost and haggard
so bruised and alone
bleeding, still weeping
pulled down as a stone.
Dying, I'm dying
A faint ripple in time.
Can you not feel
me dying, my dried vine
Is it quiet?
Is that light?
Am I solitude?
Is there right?
Am I blinded
deaf and dumb?
Now alone
I am one.

--Diva