Fallen PetalsA Poem by Ascending
Pity me, the poor flower
Destined to be under scrutiny Prophesied to be picked, plucked and pinched Bound to be bruised I knew of my fate before I bloomed Expected to be beautiful Made to be vibrant Told to be unique Dared to be bold I tire of this existence Longing to escape I see freedom in death I start to wither Pity me, the poor flower © 2014 Ascending |
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1 Review Added on June 29, 2014 Last Updated on June 29, 2014 Tags: fallen, petals, flower, understanding, acceptance, fate, awareness, society, life AuthorAscendingGAAboutPoetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ~Leonard Cohen more..Writing
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