Analysis

Breaking down the structure,
The day that I will rupture,
A crack in history that I made,
A destiny that I will raid,
Watering my crop,
On my way to the top,
Past shatters and forgotten,
What remains is what’s rotten,
Hate for the bomber that killed family,
I was nowhere near that tragedy,
Half a heart that never waits,
Ran out to close the gates,
Never wanting the trust,
And the soul will rust,
Never wanting the love,
Hand sealed with a glove,
Never wanting to hurt,
Feelings that needed to be burnt,
One thing left that holds the key,
My pen that will help me flee.