I will float here
Empty of substance
Surrounded by a false warmth.
The world
My current world
Is lacking.
I teeter between grief and madness.
Pain and delirium.
Agony and strife.
The shattered pieces
Of my strength
Are littered at my feet.
The breaking point was breached.
Yet it will be rebuilt.
As I lie here.
Surrounded by the false warmth
As the tiny pieces of my soul
Refill my empty cup.