Unstoppable
clockwork seasons,
spring mocks with dewdrop
gossamer chalk upon lawns,
frostbitten
blossoms slaughtered,
catastrophic apocalypse
and thaw.
Wrought iron rusted,
long lost,
oxidized
trying to be stronger
than the ongoing
trauma that gnaws
soul suffering from exhaustion
body got locked in
sarcophagus box
and this coffin
rotting skin has
forgotten the softness,
just the rocky bottom
of mausoleum walls.