After it all, I still want to live.

These moments of sanity
Are too far and few between.
I think I have it,
Then it's gone.
The landscape is horrible,
It's worse when you can see it over hills.
Your eyes won't let you go.
You get used to stumbling and looking
Like an idiot because the figments of
Your friends died when the ground cracked.
It's only you and the jagged ride, now.
Making love through cuts and quakes
Is all you have left.
You learn to flail, limp,
Waiting for the bottom to drop out and
Forget you.
I know God didn't leave me here.
He just got busy and
Took care of others
Because he knew I wasn't dead.
I survived the fall.
My bones will grow me back
In His image.
And if they don't, I'll rot my way to hell.