Merciless

Merciless

Merciless,
My world is topsy-turvy,
spinning like a handsomely carved wooden toy top
walking around and around the table
to try and put the floor back in place
to where it should be-
underneath my feet
Wringing my hands to feel something new
I pace and I think;
This feels so familiar-
the honest hurt and disbelief
rising like a tidal wave that threatens to crush my very soul
the one I had worked so hard to save-
crashing down
stranding dying fish on the rocky shores
their hearts
like mine
beating ever so slowly
slowly
until the dark of despair takes them
and hollows out their cares and worries
until there is no one home-
no one at all.
What will happen
when the toy stops spinning
and the truth is revealed in its invisible tracks?
what will happen when the waves recede
and the harsh ocean calms?
Will I be left standing alone,
on the edge of a ruined sunset?