Saving the flowers
By Kiah
Screaming in the shower, of the hate I devour. So I can empower, the beauty in this flower. Teething on my own hands. Oh the weight of all these demands. Push me as far I can’t. For the hope of a plan. Appeasing in the hour, so the clock won’t show her. A word of what I owe her. So that we can hate no more. Rising in the way I strive. Cleaving the ugly from inside. All in the name of being alive. To lead myself to where I abide. Reaching through the empty expanse. I am alone like the animals and plants. Electrifying surges in my own hands. As I touch what I saw at a glance. The beauty, the duty, they’ve muted me. I loved this flower, it once suited me. You were lovely when you recruited me. Pretty petals have since diluted me.I think I get lost in my metaphors. Comments?? Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 04:37 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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