Assignment of Emotions

My angst is a single rose pedal
Tearing holes when it falls from the stem
To rest on the cold ground
Undisturbed until the winds stir it up again.

The stars reflect the lonely feel
When they glance off my light pink pedal,
As if it was a shimmering pond at midnight.

The sight stabs through the pandemonium in my body,
Bundling its final prose into place,
Grabbing my stomach and twisting it with my heart.

The pedal is bold and beautiful
And painful to apprehend
Printing itself into my memory with a solid bang.

It is lying in the crisp brown and overgrown tangle
Of a weed infested yard.
The only tinge of color.

Time seizes my pedal with her quiet and smooth hand.

Softly it withers and dies,
Curling in on itself,
Becoming just a forlorn sight.
No longer drilling punch after punch into my bruised body
With its fist of fury and isolation.
No longer pounding down the door to my brain to invade.
Just waiting.

It waits to be joined by the next fallen pedal.

Waits for time to give up on it.

Waits to die.