Another sad poem

Constant thoughts

Nobody Can Help

You fear what's in front of you

You duck your head in your arms

It will be all right someday

You try to look ahead

But your feet are still set in stone

Your hands are no longer graceful

They're rough and old

Your body is run down

You can't trust anybody anymore

You can't even trust yourself

It seems like a play that will always end in tragedy

You want to rewrite it

But it will still unfold the same way

So much beauty in life wasted

I guess this flower wasn't meant to bloom.