Bottled before bloom

Bottled before bloom,
Not even a chance,
To spread perfume,
Or even to dance,
In the glorious sun,
And the refreshing breeze,
Joy, there is none,
All life begins to cease
Robbed of what I sought,
Before I began to find,
Bloom turns to rot,
As heart battles mind,
How am I to console
My heart distraught?
How do I fill the hole
That this has wrought?

-Aviv Nair
28/1/2010