It broke free
Twisted outward
Its vines wrapped around
The surrounding Daisies
It choked out the Daisies in days
Then began to twirl
Gently
Around the Azaleas
They fell faster than the Daisies
The Roses,
Were the only ones that stood a chance
The thorns,
Held the vines at bay
Until the vines grew thorns
Forcing the tired, wilted Roses out
After that, there was nothing,
But a cluster of thick vines
The plot of land was nothing
That's what happens
When you water the black hole
Of your mind
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Author:
B.Rent (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Quite interesting poem. It reminded me how sin works if left unchecked.
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