Debts

The dark solitude within my own self
Leaves me cringing at what I have become:
Unrecognizable and in debt to your wealth.
The scowl on my soul unwinds me and I’m undone.

Shards of a whole, breaking the boundaries of empty,
A fraction of myself lies flat upon a bleak & wintry floor
Creaking and splitting in a cynical presence of my atrophy.
Call upon all greatness and watch me with deplore.

I travel the road more traveled
And tread upon my same old steps,
Because what could I have unraveled
Forever drowning in these debts?