ForevermoreA Poem by Dominik D. RitesWhere did the flowers on my grave go?
When was your last death?
You ask of my last breath? Yes indeed. You hold greed. Why so? You never grow, with a need so strong to ever know, and a face so warm that I wonder why there's snow. You speak of my mind? I speak if you're kind, you listen with thought, not greed or distraught, you will be until vast uncertainty. Then what must I be? A flower, waving brilliantly. But I do not want to be a flower. Why so? Because I do not want to devour, my only light, the only thing I see, and I do not want it buried inside of me. Then you will wilt! A flower indeed must fulfill a monstrous need, but there is no worry. If you hurry, you may just avoid the sting of the bee. Will I live in harmony? If you plead. If you shout to the earth, if you find it worth, your strife and your life. In fact, the cut of a knife, and your stem will fall beneath your petals, all so feeble and dull as it settles. Will I grow to be a tree? We will see. Are you worthy? I want to be. I want to be free. Above the cold, and above the wet, I want to be bold, and yet never fret. I want to lead the bees astray, and keep the winter at bay, as I grow tall and firm, and soon I will learn, how to live, and be okay. © 2016 Dominik D. RitesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 26, 2016 Last Updated on December 26, 2016 Tags: morbid, depressing, grave, flowers, blooming flower, contest, death, poem AuthorDominik D. RitesMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAboutI'm an English Literature major looking to share some of my work with the world and gain a bit of experience. I enjoy poetry, fiction, horror, drama, tragedy, essays, and many other genres. I'm hoping.. more..Writing
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