You’ve made your mind
A bottle of emotions
Corked with sadness.
Your will a prison
Of dead dreams
Soaked with unseen tears.
You’ve made your will
An aged tree
Unwilling to bend.
Your hope a dead end
Rejecting needed extension.
But I hope you realize
That when emotions burst
And tears imprisoned flow
The splash of sadness floats
Like nuclear ash
In a Hiroshima sky.
