Flower and Sun

A Poem by BrokenBeauty

A metaphor

    Withered flower once so beautiful, once so bright
    Once so full of passion and of life
    The sun used to caress it, bring such comfort and warmth

    Withered flower now so hopeless, now so cold
    Now so sorrowful and so shriveled
    It did not mean to curse the sun, It did not mean to turn away

    Beautiful sun in the sky has so many things it needs to shine
    While one day it looked away, Its beloved flower started to fade
    Poison rain drops started to fall, sickness took over the mind

    Withered flower growing weak, petals falling one by one
    Infected roots, altered growth, altered view of truth
    It did not mean to lash out, it did not mean to be so cruel

    Withered flower pleading now, Please my sun its not my fault
    We used to dance, we used to play, I was your flower, yours alone
    You loved to shine on me, your rays touched every part

    Beautiful sun you ask what more you can give
    You gave a field for the flower to roam
    You gave small treasures to bring delight

    Withered flower with tearful sighs says
    My dear sweet sun, all that I needed was a little extra of your light