Flowers Of FateA Poem by Alicia HirsheyRead Authors noteExpressionless faces Cast shadows of hatred As they all stare down At me What has she done? She has pulled the plug Ending her own Leaving others with no one To hold * Look at her lay there Pathetic at best I tried to please them Without any rest I grew weary I had to give in I was a puppet Who was set ablaze Until the end * Mastery puppetry He plays the game best Grabbed me up And swooped in Killing me off Using my own hand Is he proud Of where he stands? * The flowers of fate are changing Turning from red to white My dress is decaying I’ve given up the fight It’s best I say To myself As I fade into the tree Just leave me be As I rest beneath the willow tree © 2011 Alicia HirsheyAuthor's Note
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