Poetry

Please hear my scream I don't want to decend Into the cruel trap again Everything's the same As it was back then Before all the sin I knew who I was going to be Where I was going The truth I had failed to discern

Your love leaves me feeling as fragile as rice paper Twisted and folded like origami Living a lie Deception like a noose around my throat In a house that weeps tears of mortar and stone It's occupants too self-involved to cry

Dead flowers lay like children sleeping, so innocent Within my palms Dead flowers crumpled into powder in my enraged And frustrated fists Dead flowers are so pretty in my hands Like a wayward heart after the damage