Cut Flowers And Promises

nothing trickles down that isn't bleeding

cut flowers in a vase, refuse to grow

broken promises and hearts un-beating

while my better angel's grace is going rogue

invisible and gray, small, round and hollow

melted steel unformed shallow and cold

unfamiliar paths I’ve failed to follow

suddenly begin to take control

high expectations can’t fill empty pockets

frustrated as emotions make demands

hollow trees collecting nature’s lockets

outline vacant hearts in fragile hands