when life serves you thorns

should my feet leave the ground yank me back down
here it seems so easily is that done
what if i do not recognize my own face
that reflection in the water
to whom does that belong

i do not want to wake to that day
too late it will be for a recourse
no light at the end of the tunnel
the doors are closed

the worst news
to hear of cold feet
and a wedding ruined
a heart broken
tears wept
and yet the gaping hole cannot be filled

~ by mavj on March 20, 2006.