Last Blues Poem by Lora Cooley

I am in shambles
I am crumbling
The tide climbed so high it ripped my shore up
I can fix it
I swear
Trust me
How can you doubt it?
It has faltered
Faded
I know it's there
It's there
It changed
How strange
Now wrapped the past in broken glass
And when you speak-
I'll save this
You tear it apart
Speak now
You're silent
You're giving in
Hear me, you're not allowed to change your mind
But I could not control, could not abstain the wind from blowing
Nor refuse the falling rain which stirred up this storm inside me
I failed
Sure as the rain fell
I failed