Soul without a body
heart without a mind
what weighs upon you
is a world in which kindness is hard to find
consoling words
mean nothing to the lonely heart
although for happiness to remain
there are those who do their part
as days go by
the wrench tightens its grip
life flashes by now
as u taste blood at your lips
slipping away from your hands
what you hold dear to you goes
but clarity returns through your front door
with your life filled with purpose again...and in your hand a rose