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jus a poem i wrote when i was mad

 

The flower

 

There are billions of stars

Yet I am not one of them

A cynical flower bent slightly at the stem

Hanging o’er the bank of the river

Wishing there was someone to deliver…

It from its misery

 

A flower that thrives in the heat and the light

A flower that can bring joy and delight

A flower that blooms in the day and sleeps at night

Is now o’er come by melancholy

Closes its petals and withdraws in self pity

For it senses a change in the wind

 

There is an ominous darkness in the sky

The flower silently asks itself why

It had been left on this earth at nature’s mercy

Susceptible to her every whim and fancy

As the rain fell over it like tiny pieces of glass

The flower wondered if its time had come at last

But even the worst things have to past

 

The shower became a dazzling drizzle

Like silver falling from the sky

The flower glimpsed the sun coming out from behind the clouds

And expressed its relief in a sigh

As it opened its beautiful petals and embraced the cool air

And in that surreal moment

The flower knew why it was there.

Author's Note

hmm just write what you think Thanks!!!

Reviews

[Caramel Gold]

~I really like this poem... it made me smile at the end:)
perhaps a flower is more illuminating than a star....