hostage

Dare I ask:
 What has you so mad?
Have we gone too far
with our troublesome ways
Will the return of olde petals  
persever the cold weather  
or
Must we witness an undoing
In the name of lost thoughts
 
Cumbersome, with flavor  
so are the passing riots  
Left behind to follow through
   completing a perfect circle  
In this ceremony of sorts
 
Pondering;  
a most ridiculous approach  
to resolving these affairs  
We remenis
       'what could have been'
Only to fall victim's of negligence  
In a story yet told
Learning through
      regretful moves
How it feels to be alive...