You shield your
untainted eyes from me?
**
Look what you have done.
**
Ripping me from the glacial ground
when I was just quietly around.
**
My golden olive stem,
once vibrant with ruffled silky petals,
now condemned,
parts of my being
burned into your bronze
exterior of what you
call a dwelling.
**
How dare you think you are
the only one to give new life.
**
Threatened by my treasure
that could have given others pleasure,
**
harmony
hope
happiness
**
Cease that
demon’s fiery glass orb
from doing
your dirty work.
**
You are not
as innocent as
some would believe.
**
There is no room
for me in your world,
I must suffer
from your egotistical consequence.
Image source: https://www.dorotheatanning.org/life-and-work/view/650
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
Comments (8)
I always felt a bit guilty for picking flowers, too.
I wonder the brute who inspired such ire. Such intensity and rage in this pic and words. Beautiful.
Very nice, I loved it!😍
Oh wow, this was so intense and powerful! Loved your poem!
Love this one. So raw and powerful.
This has quite an emotional impact.
Wow, powerful poem. Love the art painting , the poem fit it well !!!!
Wow! Quite the piece of art! Your words are powerful!❤️