Crushed like rose petals
strown upon the ground
carelessly trampled underfoot
although no blame was placed
nothing could be done except
blame oneself
for somehow not being enough
never enough.

Tears flowing
trying to wash and cleanse
but pain too deep
to be reached
not understanding
why the globe
must fall off its axis.

The tides ceased to flow
the sun was extinquished
the moon could not reflect its light
the stars vanished one by one
all crops failed
no more lush verdant green meadows
only waste.