You can spend your life
between parentheses or
become the main clause

Drop kick the bucket

and push against the dark til

morning sunshine beams

Lovelorn or love lost

or busted flat by beaten 

hearts, you can still learn

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