The Flower

There once was a flower,

A pretty little flower;

that just couldn't find the strength to bloom.

She was alone and afraid,

left out in the rain.

Unappreciated and down,

She tried to find a way out;

And uprooted herself for a while.

But she came back down,

Even though she frowned;

To satisfy the bees.

They swarmed and they buzzed,

Around what was

Left

of the poor, pretty flower.

Reviews

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

beutiful and devastating imagery!! Very powerful and descriptive as well as emotional!! I like your style very tasteful ans unique! keep up the good work :-)

[Sierra Erway]

thank you very much :)

[Alexis L. Thompson]

This is the kind of stuff i am looking for to enter in my contest. you should enter it its the most metaphorical right now