Disassembled parts lay scattered,
Desolation after destruction,
Determined to destroy the battered.
Dabbled in days of discussion.

The words screamed could never replace words unsaid,
Even if whispered in pain,
Deadly verbal daggers thrown that could damn the dead.
Always whispered in vain.

My soul mixes with the air to cause cancered hearts,
I'm not of this world,
My being fixes to assemble scattered parts.
I didn't mean to hit eject and be hurled.

A dangerous landing erased careful planning,
But alive i am,
Tedious demanding encased understanding.
But scattered i stay in dunes of sand.