Little pieces of me flake away
Like chipping paint;
Layer by layer peeled away,
By the stress and strains of existence,
Weathered by the natural forces
Of love and life; happiness and pain.
Tears like rain drops pound against my skin,
Leaving signs of water damage;
And my heart aches
Like how the floor boards creak;
Losing pieces of me
To a fight no one wins.
Then there’s the fire
That burns down the house
The way you stump on me
And shatter my soul;
Everything reduced to ashes,
No sign of what was there,
Not knowing who I am anymore.
Little pieces of me washed away
Under your power, your love;
Slices of my being
Gone with the fleeting wind.
Total destruction, annihilation
Nothing left but ugly mud!
©2011 – V. A. Coote