Unthreading Mercilessly Poem by Rebekah Wooten

My life
My soul
Desolated by the careless fools that rein
This wicked destructive world
My mind
My heart
Torn apart
A state of ruin
Far from the jubilating moments of my earlier youth
The fetal position
A familiar emotional position of mine
I sit up terrified at night to ponder the chaos of mankind
I close my eyes and watch powerless
As the seams of virtues and morals unthread mercilessly
The sense of order that use to run along side the dark liquid in our veins gone
I guess we let them all seep out one by one
With the blood we punctured out of our own warm winding veins
So destructively
So purposely
Mankind cannot get much worse
Don't press the big red button
Ask questions first
Push aside rejection
Approval is optional
Not deadly
Or threateningly fearfully important
How quaint their little busy lives are
We are far from hopeless
And stronger then we ever knew we could be before
We are aching
Shivering in pain
Quivering in a rare rawness of naked beauty
We are not like them
We do not like them
We still strive to be like them
A can of Campbell soup
Sold and made by the thousands
Stamped proudly with a brand name logo
Made up of all the same 'artificial and natural' ingredients
The world is spinning faster then it did ten minutes before
Gravity is a state of mind
I allow myself to float away
Anything but graceful
But freedom heals me despite my flaws
As I break away
Black against the evening sun
I begin to think to believe
I cannot be the only one
who watches the world unthread
But does not turn to death as a savior
Fighting is one more breathe
Fighting is flying instead of countless streaks of bleeding cuts
I cannot be alone
There are others battling their own demons
screaming cries of war
Like the few that fought then flew so freely
So victorious before my own lone brave flight