Unhinged...

Broken slowly,
ever so slowly...
Like chips of plaster.
      Like iron rusting in the field.
             Like watching ice form across the pond.
I ignored it at first,
blowing it under the wind.
Looking the other way.
But, and yet...
Still the unhinged became.
Like an unreal sunset on reality,
     the darkness creeped up and on.
I explained and waited.
      I hoped and I prayed.
             I reasoned with the unreasonable.
Only to find all my answers unwanted and ignored.
And still the blackness came...
Nothing I do,
seems to matter here in the void.
I love still as I watch your eyes empty.
And love still as I see the madness burn up from behind...