Wasteland of Eggshells
I tiptoe atop eggshells
But one next to me cracks and another one breaks
And there I stand again in a mess I made
A mess created in the shade of a wasteland
A wasteland I once called home,
Full of broken dreams and shattered hearts,
Scattered with bottle caps and playing cards, ones I used to call my own.
Since you left, I’ve forgotten what it is to be known
To have and to hold,
For better, for worse
Through sickness and health
We never got that far,
But I hope you and someone else will.
Aleena Siddiqui