Another Ending

My head is crammed with thoughts,
overwhelmed and lost.
I can’t quite grasp who I am,
who I’ve become here.
Each day feels like teetering
on the edge of a chasm,
uncertain of what the next step will reveal.

I need foresight.
Some fresh perspective.
I feel myself sinking
in the mire of my own mind.
Dreams twist and turn like quicksand, consuming me.
Words die before they can be spoken.

Nothing makes sense anymore —
even chaos has patterns,
yet my mind feels scorched, unraveling at the seams.
Illusions and tricks,
the only remnants of her,
now that I see the charade she played.

Thoughts stumble without guidance.
Eyes wide but unseeing.
A synaptic overload, a storm inside my head.
The rationality of thought crumbles before me.
Every dream and idea
left abandoned on the bed.

I must clear my sight. Make a fresh decision.
I wasn’t here last night. Not in this state.
Yet panties scattered, sheets in disarray,
a used condom in the trash locks my gaze.

Moments drift by. Maybe hours in the void.
The numbness settles deep,
all-encompassing.
I hear the water stop,
her footsteps from the shower.

It’s time for another ending to unfold.