The thunder crashes open another day,
screaming proofs into unsure ears...

For some reason, these words are blocked from me,
No poems need to pour out...

Oh, sweet rose, don't you know
that someday you are destined to die...

Water absorbs and dissipates, absorbed into rotten...
Every abstract thought swirls in the light of...

Dark sky bleeds onto the horizon,
dripping from bruises of clouds...

Rose petal eyelashes flutter;
down, down, down they go...

Hang suspended in the air,
then submerge and fall down fast...

Fear, rapid breathing in and out,
exhaltation of insecurities...

Inject me with this false hope,
praying that I get better; hung by silken thread...

These every night
broken lullabies...

I don't know when
these words...

There's this street-corner word
that we all seem to need...