crumbling_under erasure

my sky is crumbling…

pieces flying downward 

cluttering this empty space i can’t call home

becoming a part of the mess that plagues me

my self-created sunshine dims

adding to this ever present darkness

filling the expansive void of failures 

that i anxiously stack and eventually step on

only to fall once more on the edge of unexpectedly

deceived by a holographic image of progress

of a bluest sky with cotton-y clouds and real sunshine

I fall apart in the loud silence of bipolar depression aftermath.

I, a broken piece of nothing, a presence existing under erasure.