What has come of me?

What has come of me?

What do I say?

My heart is broken in a million pieces,

the roses keep dying,

love fails.

Fragility comes to my senses.

I try to bring up once upon a time —

there is where healing is hard to find.

I’m afraid.

The continuity of walking with my shadow

prevents me from feeling alive.

What has come of me?

Tears ponder on my face.

Ears around me never listen,

eyes seem to follow.

That’s when love is not present —

love fails.

I don’t know.

What do I say?

The simplicity of portraying a smile

to hide from others

is telling of the deep confoundments of pain.