I want to be a wildflower,
quick and easy death.
Painless, without breath.
Plucked by an ignorant child,
happy and mild.
Death can be freedom,
but only to those who accept it.
Fire no longer lit,
no more power.
Oh, to be a wildflower,
not sour,
with a quick and easy death,
painless, without breath.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My sister said I was suicidal for thinking this, but we've all felt this way at some time or another, right? Idk, say what you think in the comments.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Some nice imagery. I like the way you've written it.
It depends on where it comes from, to understand the true meaning behind it. Only you will know that.
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