Poetry Collection

Falling

A rose dusted flower,

A frosted star breeze,

I clutch my head tightly as I fall to my knees.

A sun shadowed teardrop,

A soft cloud of dreams, 

My life seems to be falling apart at the seams.

A wilting red flower,

A deepening dark,

I search through the world to find my life's spark.

My cascading regrets,

Falling hard on my shoulders,

I stand there helplessly as my whole world smolders.

My final reminder,

I can hardly stand,

My life sifts past my eyes, insignificant as sand.

3/16/11