Clashing, offset, unplanned.
Imposter!
Blown in with the wind,
Unaided by nurturing hands
I land and settle,
Amongst striking beauties.
Pushing roots into found cracks.
Forcing space.
You come to make your bed.
With a flick of sheets,
I am discarded.
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Author:
Naturally Curious (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 9th, 2022 16:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments3
Very emotional, I really enjoyed reading this poem. I understand the feeling
I enjoyed this poem very much. In the the first couple of lines I thought the speaker was talking about weeds. when I finished I realized it was person being treated like one. A good write!
Brilliant!
thanks for sharing
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