Wall

My home is roughened with bare hands.
Worn over by wasted time.
Rain and wind tear me down,

And I let it consume me.

The sorrowed tears of our loved ones.
Leaving traces of their story.

I try to fight but my bruised words dont let me free.
Cranes fly, we die, and im still moving forward.
Yet my bruised words dont let me free.
 

These flowers wilt with are worried sorrows,
Bringing back the beuty unseen. 
Through this earth are petals crumble.
And unhinge these hidden secrets.