Possession Useless

here

When did Beauty become Ugly.

I am told I am beautiful.

 

The Flower that is picked

Cut from life force.

Slowly wilting

Dying

rotten and ugly

 

Tentatively I had bloomed

testing the unforgiving conditions-

Yet I was preyed upon

 

By Man

who wanted to keep me for himself.

 

Beautiful and Bright

 

Soft.

 

Slowly, starved of essence

Slowly, waiting to fade and die.

Waiting-

to be tossed aside

crushed underfoot

and be forgotten..

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: here (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2018 03:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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