Wasted...

Cluttered with
dust and sputtering flames,
tamed, maimed and marred by
aiming for the stars,
scarred by hope and
belief in better things.
Riding on currents of sound,
surrounded by ghosts and
host to too many what-ifs.
Is this living? Giving
so much to the past, love
outlasting and unrequited,
smitten with figments and
idealistic images
that hold almost nothing of truth.
No smooth prince charming here,
just sharp, alarming picture
of bitter cinder-girl,
swirling the ashes of dreams,
gleaming eyes that sparkle
with shards of a soul
that could have saved the world.