Shards of Regret

The coldness of glass shatters my secure heart.
Tiny shards dig deep into my soul,
penetrating my love,
driving desperation further into my doubting mind.

What is this driving force that slashed my heart,
like a frenzied killer viciously stabbing a victim?
How can love be so tender but shred my life?
Blood swelled through my body,
like an unleashed torrent flooding a gentle stream.
My heart has been terrorised
by fierce and unwelcoming winds of winter.
My mind is not my own;
an uncontrollable urge to scream, cry and yell at the world
has consumed my thoughts.
Endless paths of sorrow bleed from me,
leaving me an isolated shell on a pinnacle of despair.
Like howling winds, battering old wooden shutters.
Serrated claws tear frantically at the walls of my shallow life.
They close in on me.

My world spins on tilt;
endlessly out of control.