Attempt

Objects spin and spin around me in a never ending cyclone, striking me again and again
This loved one, that loved one, this one betrays, that one berates, any that might come i batter away swiftly
Choices are put forth only to turn into snakes, always slowly tightening about me, ready to swallow me whole
Responsibility is a tower that seems to climb ever higher, a bastion of all things I must overcome to reach something even coming close to resembling happiness
Values, once indestructible pillars, smashed into countless bits of uncertainty to be hurriedly pieced back together into timid shadows of themselves
Two little ones shine through the murk, the only bright points in the darkening skies, both becoming darker and farther away with every passing day, all my fault
Promises made snap like brittle plaster, seeming to be strong when made,crumbling at the first opportunity
Words fly forth to turn into stinging wasps, opening sores that ooze lies and corruption from pale flesh
Tired, always tired, so damn tired, no sleep, only work, only attempts
Fog encroaches, family becomes farther away, nobody to blame but me
Some day, i am told, all things will come together, all things will fall into place
Perhaps they will, and perhaps the place they will fall will be on top of me