My World

This world, is no word
My world, a better thought

Beauty and the Beast,
All men are,
A walking history and myth

Nature's cautions, life's conditions
A lost mind, a doubting thomas
A long story I thought,
A loner, I wish I was not.

Then the headache,
As a result of the world,
Of the word,
Of the worth.
For I believed, it was my job to make it work

My thoughts did rock,
My fears I could not lock,
It was all above me, I knew,
A wild echo, it seemed, I forgot

Frozen shocked!
For it flickered to a halt,
Then in a silent scream,
A shadow behind fed my guts to dogs.

Now in a scattered cry, with each dropping tear
A nightmare it all begot.

My reality seemed to be missing
Though I knew it was just another figment.

For this is the truth that nature rebuked,
A loud call,
Yet still a whispering sword,
I now better understand,
The black hood messed up.

A hook by which it's life hung stuck
For I speak an irony
Because I choose to move on,
Pause not,
And lose no war beyond hurt.

In my own world
Within a worth
A globe
A thought
The king of my own words
For this was my past notion
My final words
Before the fullstop...

Life I mean,
Is my new world in notations...