Doors are slamming,
each stark reminder
could I have waited too long?
Mom’s off, again
The numbers are weighing in
and nothing makes any sense
before the clock hits ten
When did Tuesday become my ex boyfriend?
Qualifications are looming overhead in bold,
while outside
there are flowers blooming
in our front yard.
Their precious roots are taking hold.
I don’t know why,
I am never satisfied.
These questions wrestle with my
unconscious and waking mind.
I’m unraveling
all the while,
spring flowers bloom
wild and sublime
Why can’t I?
Why can’t I smell them, anymore?
Life moves onward too fast,
while I’m left on blast
by a person who never knew me
and has no want to.
Doors are slamming shut;
she’s back to looking for an out.
I couldn’t save her
but I tried to.
These horrendous thoughts keep me
awake all the night through.
I’d love to say I love you
but it won’t reach you
Your ears died along with you
Flowers are blooming,
while I’ve violent thoughts
shuffling in the silverware drawer.
I am a blubbering mess,
as you’re holding my hand,
trying to map out what is left,
of the choices I haven’t made, yet.
Meanwhile, in my front yard,
flowers are blooming
and giving life
When will it be my turn?
Dawning Creations 
Leave a comment