Troubled Waters Poem by Charlotte Amélie

A single flower afloat of the infinite sea
Ever so fragile, ever so beautiful.
Yet the waters won't surrender to its plea
Until the colors swirl, and leave.

Stabs of sharp, cold lies
Aimed straight at its heart.
Trembled, but still stand
Bleeds, but still alive.

Wherever it looks
Destruction is all it sees.
Shattered and dispersed through the wind
There it goes its dreams, its dreams.

Fighting, stinging
With its last burning gasp
Stretching its gaze upon the skies
Fixating in the thousand guiding lights.

With its last knowing glance
Admires the lack of moveness, the lack of time.
Reaching the floor where it will lay
It will lay at last.

Troubled waters always have a double side
It attracts, then it revolts
Rendering stillness, darkness, emptyness.
Troubled waters you should never swim in.
Troubled waters reside inside of me.