Petals drop from the 

flower as nature's clock ticks

off waning days 

Rage against the sea

change from amber waves of grain 

to those of hatred 

Wandering the maze 

within, minotaurs appear 

with each memory 

Long knives glint coldly 

waiting for backs to turn and

reveal weaknesses 

The wire between self-

obsession and destruction 

is thin and wobbly  

Bitter roots can heal 

although the medicine may

stick in your gullet 

The tide will rise and

rise and eventually 

rinse away the stains