My Poems



4. The cycle of My life

    My roots are pulled and I'm placed in a state of isolation.

   The water drowns me day by day.

    As I sit alone dying, they watch... waiting,

    Until I die so they can get rid of me. (throw me away).

    And some day, near to this day, 

    All of my petals will have fallen off (to the last straw),

    And I will have been shriveled up,

   Till my very, last... breath.



Author's note:

If your lost, I'm using a metaphor.. a flower.

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