Echoes painted upon the wind

The pendulum swings across my heart.
Cutting to the core of internal conflict.
Looks like a Cabaret of militant destitute.
Abused, confused, left with the memory of your touch.

Echoes painted upon the winds of conflict.

Cutting deeper into the abyss of heartache.
Eternity pushed me back into the reality of yesterday.
Passion burning so bright I had to wear shades.
Still the pendulum swings upon a heart of glass.

Echoes painted upon the winds of conflict.

Institutionalized by a modern church of pain.
Sidewalks of despair leading too depressions front door.
Talk show junkies waiting on anxiety to take another drink.
A bipolar cocktail all the while a pendulum swings.

Echoes painted upon the winds of conflict.

wonderfully descriptive

I liked this poem.

Thanks....