Trampled Flowers

Some days

No matter

How many

Words

I write

They are not

The words

I need

And their failure

To convey

Everything I want

Feels like

I put beautiful flowers

In the perfect vase

Only to have

The cat come along

And knock them

To the floor

Sending shards of glass

In a million directions

As the flowers

Are cast about

Trampled underfoot

Their beauty

Fading exponentially