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Flowers

A Poem

By Keed MillerPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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By Kiede Miller

A thorn on a rose

Is what I am truly

The sharp negative

Within a beauty

Aren't we all striving to blossom

Is this field of war

Yearning to bud

With joy so far

Without the glow of the sun

We grow in the shadows

We must go into the light

To fathom the real rose

But only our petals

Of darkness have bloomed

The stems we rise from

Have left us all doomed

We will swallow the water

You pour upon us

We have no choice

No ability to discuss

Too little we will shrivel

We will drown with too much

Pick us while we breathe

Be gentle with your touch

We all yearn to be placed

In a vase of adore

But to flourish with pigment

Is a struggle much more

We spare tears in the mornings

You awe at our dew

Not grasping the concept

Of all that is true

We sprout from the grass

From this soil we live

All that we have

Are our petals to give

The question is present

Will you pick me and save

My soul from this garden

That is more alike to a grave?

sad poetry
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