It’s scary out there!

Me, myself and I

seeking a new direction.

I hear the fragile songs

of my bewildered youth.

What am I afraid of?

The Myth…

His love of the past…

Will it come find me?

The borders of insanity

are so close.

I’m a mere weak girl,

shuddering and shivering

in this sea of uncertainty.

He renders me fearful

in this complex nightmare.

Where the wild things flee,

seeking answers in the book

of alleged illumination.

I need a safe place to go mad

with my monumental memories

until they compose themselves.

I’m a fragile human being,

I don’t want to wage war

but I can’t continue

fighting the hard times in paradise.

I’m tired of paying for solidarity

I can’t keep confronting

his darkness when

there are the varieties of anger.

The pages’ turn

but the story is always the same

in her storied land.

Until the cats come back

and turn the tables.

Whatever happens

They’ll blame me

so

what language does love speak?

If

It stands alone,

Unarmed,

black and dead.

It’s my last chance

to escape  this epic fail

What’s the use of regret?

Everything in Italics was taken from the New York Times headlines and subtitles. I moved them around until I created my poem.