Shriveled Flowers

My eyes are slowly being opened
To the horrors of this life

Hidden way down deep
All this conflict, pain, and strife

I know not where it comes from
Nay I know not where it goes

Perhaps from broken dreams and wings
I frankly must suppose

I cannot tell the place where
Nor the hour of discovery

I first surmised that dead became
Our acts of chivalry

So long have we obsessed upon
Our secrets locked inside

Hounded to the very gates
Where safely we abide

Beyond all hope of triumphant escape,
One scarce believes the truth

Uncovering the heart with delicate touch
Strikes fear in the souls of youth

As well it should, this grip of terror
Is crying tears of blood

Served on a silver platter and spilling
Clear to the floor in a flood

The darkness chills the heart and leaves
Frosty fingers reaching for others

As tentative essences toe their way
This shadow, the warm light, it smothers

Sharply stunned to silence perhaps
Never to speak out once more

For some, they just won’t but others they can’t
Sleeping beneath a wood door

No ashes are scattered to be free in the wind
With the petals to fly up with them

Angels cry making rain to fall down
As earth sings a sweet silent hymn

Alone as alone could ever be
Unprotected and to wolves are fed

Crying out for comfort and truth
Or just wishing they were dead


i wrote the first half of this poem on my cell phone, by texting it to myself