under constant vigilance
approval from higher ground
every flower looks up towards the skies
an answer searched in vain
the downpour of drops
drooling smoothly on the surface
scarred in the darkness that envelopes
stringing very essence of pleasure
harmless yet hurting for either
repetition yet once ultimatum passed
a dream that brought me to reality
reality still in a dream
a sliver of what could have been
splintered into a million not
sense found by the beholder
for I could not explain
rhyme or reason
for being, for questioning
frozen, etched, or erased
Once again I look above
heavens intervene, I beg
white blank space fills me within
flock of sheep bleating
wondering whether tis a sign
tears welling up thy ashened face
barren savage rain take cover.
