You can ask the dead flowers by my side,
ask the poured out wine or broken bottle.
I have no want, desire, or care to answer you.
Looking at this moment I don't want to have lied.
The flowers are dead and I poured out the bottle,
that is all I want to share with any of you.
Before I walk from this spot I need to be calm,
the blood is from the broken bottle cutting my palm.
I need to be left alone for a few coming days,
just to review over and over how this day plays.
Walk away please and just leave me here,
there are some thoughts into which I need to peer.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You decide everything around this moment in time. If it is a true moment for you , then sorry for bringing it up.
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Sometimes we all need a little space to deal with difficulties. Give the man a moment and some breathing room. Well said
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