MAGNOLIA

worthless are my words
scattered like fallen magnolia petals
in the april wind
frayed is my temper
ripped and torn
by the stresses and frustrations
of the four-letter word
misconstrued are my motives
twisted out of shape
like a poor abused paperclip
malnourished is my spirit
starved of sustenance
by this cold and alienating society
precious is my time
so jealously guarded
from all who wish to steal it
pale and gaunt is my face
lined by time
unkissed by fresh warm sunlight
unloved is my art
neglected and abandoned
by the side of the road
worthless are my words
blown away like cherry blossoms
in the april wind