Departure

Water flows
Out of control
I have lost the reins
Disappeared, no more

A million of me
I can see
All around, where do I start
In this silence, of sounds

The seconds shred my soul
As they tick by
Overflowing, until
I can no longer cry

Trying to undo
That which is weaved into me
I pull myself apart,
In an attempt to liberate thee

Truth be told, the pattern has been created,
Un-creating is the real mess
Let this burn, burn in the fire of pain
As I watch it leave me, slowly digress. 

Sneha  Singh © 2013