NEW POETIC ORDER

isn’t there a cure for this wreck I am?

isn’t there a better someone that I could be?

even if it’s just the slightest change

couldn’t I change for the better of me

even if it meant to fall into the sky above

tied to the end of a thousand miles of rope

and breathing out my last breathe

as I shed away from my world, my prison that is my skin.

or would any sudden movement amongst the crowds

of my shadows, my doubt, stir a great change in me

and could I calve away from the glacier of my past

and carry away through these desolate oceans

to leave me ashore in a place where I can melt

and flourish the lands where once a queen so called drought ruled.