Somewhere outside
The daylight dies
But I wouldn't know
I've been inside
All this time
Watching a dead flower grow
In my cave
I wither away
I fold and cower
I avoid the light
Day and night
Turning into dried flowers
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
