Who drained the water
& where's my sun,
gracing all the beauty
in a world left me gone,

Answers are drowning
in ruins of a meadow,
ashes are harder
to wish for & swallow,
numbing empathy
with little green pills.

Blood shot & dark,
in the cold & damp,
endless beginning
irony of a circle,
swans I should have wept,
forgotten dreams beautiful.

Whoever lit the flames
by choice or accident,
Always a see saw purpose,
exit as her trust's high,
will come crashing down,
tears of an avalanche.