powerless

everything is breaking, breaking, breaking

am I the one holding up the world or

hiding dynamite under my shirt, so vainly

I try to put out the flames

but they only blow higher and smoke

fills my lungs with scalding ashes

so much I long for the snow to fill

this burning room with crystals

but crystals shatter too, glass splinters

against the sparks of my helpless passion

they falter, melt beneath my touch

and I stand on a bed of needles

wishing to float above it all so I can look

down on destruction instead of letting my world

crumble.