Fragments

⤞tattered

I am tattered,
worn and frayed,
blizzards and emotions
of a storm self-made,
and my mind
is a maelstrom
that I can't always
understand,
a maze of melancholy
and a future unplanned,
yet I wallow
in solitude,
siphoning sunlight
from the past,
and waiting to be relieved
of the burdens
I have amassed.