Calamity

Nothing here to tell me in kind
Sometimes I feel like I'm fighting nothing
in effort and relentless confusion
it's difficult here in my own web
sometimes ember-scorched fibres
penetrate through unique crystal patterns
trashing them, slaughtering symmetry
and throwing calamity into calm pools
but not really calm, just a game
A false shade over smiling tones
carved concrete cages that wont let me be
Sabotaged subconsciously, thoughtless battles
that leave me in boisterous silence, thinking
What the hell was that?

~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008