Precious,Wilted flower

Precious, Wilted Flower

 

 

Drowning in an ocean of emotion.

Flailing, wailing, sanity sailing...away

A rich life, full of devotion

Up in smoke, one autumn day...

Anger

frustration

the manifestation

of the most intense situation.

What the Hell happened to her?

When did she crack?

A strange thing did occur

As she began to pack....

Suddenly she attacked

going loco on his a*s

she screamed and slapped

pushed and sassed

She used to be

such a sweet, loving lass...

Grabbing a small handful of stuff

not even a second thought

She stormed out in such a huff

leaving behind clothes just bought

I was still in the shower

just left, without a goodbye

in the four o’clock hour

My precious, wilted flower...

Sandra Ferrara Gentry 12/2007

Reviews

[vanishing]

my precious wilted flow"
Sandra if this isn't pure metaphor, don't know
what is, Excellent, beautifully written
artful and depthful
Such though put into every masterpiece line.
Thanks!