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This poem describes the slow decay of a flower which has been abandoned. |
| Diary of a forgotten flower I sit on a hard and rough coffee table, closed up from the world. Craving the sunlight I desperately need. I want it, I need it. Day by day I am getting weaker. My mind is in a state of turmoil. Waiting, longing for the day when the portal to life will be reopened. I am losing my senses. Everything is swirling inside me. I am leaving this world, going down down down down down Bright light showers over me. Hands gently pour cool, hydrating fluid on me. I am alive. I have been saved. My life has been relit. I am taking in the energy, storing it, saving it for a rainy day. I am safe for now, but who knows what the future may bring. |