Tears flowing out of a broken, bleeding heart;

drowning in a puddle on the floor.

You feel guarded-

there's something blocking you from the world.

You had one chance,

one beginning;

but it's over.

The sun is setting.

A new day is coming.

Random shapes, thoughts, words,

flowing from a worn out hand.

A hand so tired.

The shapes forming a beautiful bouquet.

Colorful, striking flowers.

You see them and then they are gone.

And here you are again,

broken, bleeding, crying for help.

You can't turn to your "love,"

or your "faith,"

or your "God."

You're trapped,

cornered in a life that doesn't really want you.