Understanding my demise

 Like vapor, breathed on a prison made of glass
You vanish too soon, your presence is ephemeral
I wake not wanting to from a meeting that was
And you wave from a distance, cast me to hell

You bring my beautiful flowers of hope, wilt
Bring me back to life only to endure further woe
I am cast into the grinding stone of guilt
As you turn the wheel and paint me as your foe

To what end would you lead this, mine
For you won't let me die either I know
I break down heart, soul, and spine
And you dismiss my existence, as you go