I m standing at a dead end Nowhere to go, Vulnerable and all alone, Searching for a face, a friend.

Holding on to this wounded heart, Trying to keep breathing, Though this heart feels like it might stop, Fragile and broken Full of words and pain, unspoken. I m standing at the brim of the cup, Holding on to tears in my throat, And I see it sinking, my boat. Small holes let the water in, And it sank, sank with my heart, It sank with all the parts. Now I m lying on the shore, Stranded on this island, Trying to find the heart that sank, But it slips through my hand, its only sand. Marooned and cold, Is this bend, my last? The dead end.