Nothing To Hold On To

Nothing to Hold On To

I thought I knew some things about myself.

then the quake began.

A faint tremor that rose to

this mind-cracking crescendo

shaking me to the core.

Reality split me down the middle

tearing the facts from my white-knuckled grasp

hurling me into a black abyss of

nothing to hold on to.

Here I crouch in my corner of cold illusion.

Fatigued fingers stirring painful circles

in a sizzling boiling cauldron

of tears.