What ifs ((and maybes))

"What if"s echo through silent corridors
that spiderweb through a broken mind.
Dark petals of envy and frustration
blossom into full flowers of deceptions.

Clocks tick softly on every window-sill,
keeping time with the rain's soft hum.
Anger bites through bitter lips;
every moment is yet another to waste.

Half-completed thoughts spill unto paper,
threads of woven inconsistancies.
Search the heart for beautiful nothings
only to find tangible nothings dwelling there.