Intertwined Mishaps

Words flowing
Incomprehensible to my foreign ears
Jagged movements and hands in the air
Dozens of screams that last for minutes
A figure in the center
Pushing to get closer
Bright lights and vibrations on the floor
Bouncing bodies and sticky ground
Figure smiles and walks away

You’re just wasting your time with all this nonsense
You only got one life to live
You’re using it to fight, complain, and steal
When the goal of life is to see how much love you can give

I stare at the brown river and my heart just falls out
Still beating on the ground
Causing an earthquake
I bend to pick it up but my quivering hands can't quite grasp it
And the rocking earth prevents me from standing still
It rolls underneath a rose bush
And I say, "What a cliche? Surely I'll be cut by these thorns."
Instead the bush turned to ice and my hands froze inches away from my beating heart
Just out of my reach and I use my last breath to sigh