I am used to these hands

Causing devastation

With only the words at my fingertips.


But ever so often,

There comes a time

When every inferno

Loses momentum

And dies out.


For so long I've lived

As though nothing mattered:

A life of total apathy.


But like all wandering souls,

Searching for meaning

Or a philosophy worth believing:

Like the bible, or a quiet

Wallflower


Have you ever seen such

A thing like this stunning wallflower

Barely blooming?


Its a sight that I

Have spent a lifetime searching for.

If it takes yet another, I hope

To watch the wallflower

Bloom.