Borderline broken

On an independent slope of mass destruction

Rethinking every single word I've ever spoken

Making sure I've never hurt anyone with an exhale or sharp tongue

Searching every high and low for some token of gratitude

That is well deserved of my softly spoken attitude

I haven't written anything in a while

Everything I think of seems to draw out sorrow rather than a smile

I'll sit and stare

And I'll compare

The wants of the many 

With the needs of myself

And pray my dreams don't fall upon a back burner

Or on a long forgotten shelf

So gaze with me in a cautious wondering

At my apparent, constant blundering

While I be torn asunder. Wing

bent and broken from the thunder. Sing

me a river

Cry me a song

Take me as I come 

In the morning

I will be long gone