Why does everyone have to give up?
Where’s the motivation left in this world?
Old rotting bird houses and
Decaying leaves on the road
Making it a slippery travel
A road that no longer smiles
Someone has to deliver the news
Communication comes seldom
Nowadays I just want to go
Get lost in the forest
Become part
Of the
Soil
Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll
Decompose
Like the wilted
Rose in the
Glass vase on my desk
Hyperventilating
Filled with tension
Making a scene as
A burning hot sunbeam
In the emergency room
One way to start the day with
Worries of overboiling and
All it takes is one
Person to make
You go
Over
board
Mama bird isn’t here to see
Hurting the babies in a
Degree she may never know
Disrupting the natural flow
Wear your troubles
On your sleeve
January 18, 2018, 4:00 PM
by the ivory rose