Crushed
Not all broken hearts can heal
He saw a beautiful garden
Colourful flowers
Pleasant fragrances
He inspected every flower
Down to minute details
Strived to find perfection
At long last, he found two
A red Rose and
An orange Lily
Fascinated with the Rose
He returned to the garden
Every day to look at the Rose
He had to see the Rose
Inhale its fragrance
Admire its beauty
He was obsessed with the Rose
Too much to the point that
He destroyed it
He plucked the Rose
Pulled out its petals
Crushed them in his palm
Let it drop to the ground
Stomped on them
Its fragrance still lingered
On his palm mixed
With his blood from
Being injured by
The thorns of the Rose
Nonchalantly
He moved on to the Lily
The Lily was safe
He wasn't obsessed with it
Learned from the mistake
That happened with the Rose
He wouldn't let it repeat with the Lily
He then had the audacity
To return to the Rose
Picked its petals from the ground
Tried to turn it into a bloom again
But what's done was done
The Rose would never be whole again
And it would never be his
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Dharrsheena Raja Segarran
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Comments (48)
Wow Dharrsheena, I love the symbolism in this poem and the message behind it! Once a heart has been broken it can't always be fixed. I guess this was a case of caring/ loving something too much! Funny how it can happen in real life like this too!
Wow 😮 That was Awesome ✨ ❤️😉
Ooh, very intriguing! His obsession drove him too far. He wanted too much of a "perfect" thing. Excellent piece!
This is so impactful and powerful! Wonderfully done!
Beautiful!
This is so beautifully done; tragic yet truthful! I loved the part - amidst all the poetically beautiful phrases - where you said “he had the audacity”… it was like a little fiery spark 🥰 🔥 Well done!!
Beautiful poem! Great perspectives
I enjoyed reading this piece, well done! I subscribed to you! I am just starting out and would very much like if you have time to read some of my work and if you like it please subscribe! I look forward to reading more of your work!
Brilliant
wow, you are so very gifted. thank you for sharing this
Great poem- fascinating tragedy- thank you for sharing!
Hey Dhar. How are you doing. Been a while since you published. Hope all is well with you. Loved your poem. Love and loss. There is always hope for newness and reconstruction.
Love this!
Great piece! Love how the metaphor could apply to so many situations.
Inspiring indeed!
Wow I liked the image it gave me. Thanks so much for your writing.
Amazing metaphors!
So much meaning beneath the surface - definitely resonated strongly as someone that has experienced another's selfishness. Superb
A lovely heart-warming poem and visually beautiful with your words. I like the way you used the rose as your metaphor. Brilliant and clever story.
I love your work, Dharrsheena! <3
Stupid guy. 😕❤️
sad but still heart-touching poem!
Amazing. This reminds me of a terrible illustration that went around the churches when purity culture was rife in the 90s that compared all women to roses and that if they are handled too much they bruise and die and no one will want them anymore. But you turn it on its head and focus on the one picking the rose instead of admiring it from its place of health and loving it where it belongs. Beautifully written. Well done on earning the top story.
Very well written poem with a lot of meaning.
So many lessons in this prose. Lovely ❤️