Aspiring Time And Its Vignettes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My heart is broken from within
Because the world doesn't speak
There's only a downward spin
In the ways to know and seek
Flowers falling with their leaves
Not yet grown in summer breeze
No opportunities only grieves
Opening chance of success keys

Everybody needs their true just
With its reasoning's and its edge
Or seeds of the future will be lost
Without its proper claimed allege
Nothing ever goes the same
In our world of our many ways
There are desires and their flame
Turing colors with many sways

My heart wishes all its worth
From feelings given to be free
Let my confident be in its birth
Always I need to perform and be
Strangest things to happen yet
With their many assorted bouquets
Aspiring time and its vignettes
To be full blooming in the grays