run around like angry toddlers
spoiled on sweets unable to rest
this settling down I seek seems a distant illusion
has the world made the turmoil that’s dug into my skin
can blame be cast to the atmosphere of disquieting structures falling
into the yards and gardens of the everyday me
my eyes seem unable to stop the clearing that tears profess to be
I am not certain how to let go of the hope dashed as it has been
having serrated my cells scars left unhealed
festering unseen me still breathing