they say april showers
bring may flowers.

twenty-thirteen bore
a whole knew meaning...

never was it fathomed
those where tissues are plentiful
nor a dry eye;
usually a plethora of carnations,
and i'd just taken a fancy
to wear them in my hair.

it was the beginning
of ending.

fear to freedom
freedom to fear.

so here i reside
hidden from sight
like a person in a bubble.

i weep not
journey deeper within
furthest i can
until a clock is
nothing more than mechanism.