Contained in my heart with a bitterness to fall apart.
The constant rain, not to nourish the barron ground.
Relentless in its presence, drowning the last blooming flower.
Petals float on the surface, forgotten, left to perish.
Raindrops fall from the now creased face of hope.
Numb in wonder, Numb in fast forward.
Unable to clear the misty view, pleasures are few, life hard to chew.
Disjointed, belief, turn which way?
Chemical imbalance, gradual degrading, social decay, world view.
Tethered to a chariot of law, skin worn thin, bleeding to the blind.
Still my eyes look to blue hope, fingers crossed.
Just in transition or forever lost?
© C Webber 2017