wreckage

Within this wreckage

I am tangled

Like a piece of debris trapped within

A mixed up latticework of netting

Wound into knots

By the swirling of the tide

Trapped within the vast eddy of an ocean

Profound and deep

I struggle to wake

And I struggle to sleep

And when sleep does come

I am thankful for the forgetting

Only problem is

Waking brings remembering

Of the whole damn wreckage

And then it is I twist and turn

Trying to untie things

Struggling to make of it something else

Viewed one way this wreckages is

Disaster catastrophe ending place

But from another perspective

Is there a way to be free

And make from this

Some new opportunity

If I can only cut through

Or untangle these nets

And escape the rivulets of tears

And a thousand fears

Which drag me down

To oblivion

Perhaps I can make of this wreckage

Something new?

But just how to do that

When I have no idea

Of why I am

Or of where in the hell

I am going to?