September.

So here I stand, staring down
the edge of September and
watching where old loyalties lie.
What step I take next will

Determine how I fall and if
I'm caught in mid-air. I've
returned to an utter state of
confusion with a dazed dose

Of insanity. The lines that
draw me start to fade with
a fleeting glimpse of what
was once my future.

The cries that escape my
throat do not voice the way
I am truly falling apart
within this old shell of a heart.

Toe-curls and nervous
lip-bites don't give away
the panic ensuing, rising
like a thermometer in here.

So here I stand, staring down
the edge of September and
watching where old loyalties lie.
I can't find myself anymore.