Rose petals fall to the ground as the sound
of a love song once strong is fading, fading, gone.
Loyalty forsaken and chaos awakened,
any sense of security is taken and
the victims are now lost.
Fingers crossed they survive the frost
when a heart of gold grows cold;
see the handhold becomes a chokehold
when viewed from another lens.
Friends can’t always cleanse impending
sadness, and if sanity isn’t clasped
it can make way for madness.
Imagine what starts to happen when
a crack in your zen emerges;
flirt with disturbance too much and
you become submerged in cursory urges
until a divergence occurs
from the path that brings salvation.