This foolish pace is leaving me stranded.
The flowers bloomed and then they died,
and in the dirt the petals landed.
All I did was take a breath and sigh.
The melody stings from my dresser,
as I erase your name from my walls.
I lick my wounds, they start to fester
like a dropped egg in a deserted hall.
It is just a bullet passed and entered.
I couldn't run fast enough to get away.
And so I stand so broken, un-centered
like a pile of trash, left for another day.
But now I see my world new, yet tainted,
like an autumn day after a summer rain.
