Look At What You'Ve Created... Poem by anthony jones

A gentle man, well, that is what I used to be.
Like melted wax I need re-shaping.
My broken bones, a maze of splintered memories.
What have you done? Look what you've created.

A simple dream, that is what I live for.
I'm climbing walls, walls I have never climbed before.
I'll reach the top but the clouds above are shapeless.
I can not love again, the dream I seek is hopeless.

All is not lost though.
I know all this is in my mind,
then I will be sure to find
a decent place to sleep and keep
your face from haunting me.

Rejection, it hit me right between the eyes,
maybe just a thousand times.
But, as you see, I have lived to tell the tale.

I'll choke and I'll choke but you think
it's a joke.
How are you still alive?
You'll swing and you'll miss,
I wanted that kiss.
How are you still alive?

Answer the question for a piece
of the action.
Or are you too afraid?
You crushed me and broke me
and I couldn't care less.
Just look at what you've made.