How can a flower that symbolizes love be poisonous to touch?
Extremely pleasing to visualize and ethereal,
Once consumed, it annihilates your insides,
Killing you with the shock you craved to endure with the idea of the ecstasy it brings,
But sometimes it is slow-reacting,
The poison crawling underneath your skin to the organ it associated the most,
Like a delayed pain that you will feel one way or another.
They say "what doesn't kill you, make you stronger" but some of us when we get to take a bite of that lily-of-the-valley, it didn't kill us but made us seek for more.
You thought it makes you stronger, but little did you know that it had become your weakness.
We've heard of its bad effects, but still dream of touching it,
Like there was some enchantment that makes us refuse to stay away from the said danger,
But rather, it makes us want to come closer to see it for ourselves, because simply of what it shows.
We refuse to keep in mind how it ends like we're some sort of a masochist.
Its beauty can overshadow what's waiting for us underneath,
Makes us forget how it can also cause death.
It's bell shaped that was once thought to be like wedding bells, can be the bells chimed above your casket,
Or maybe it was really wedding bells you heard chiming, but it was your soul being wedded to indifference.
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Dolor: Poetry of the unspoken
PoetryCollection of original poems as a way of expressing the author's unsaid thoughts and emotions. A coping mechanism of regretting the "what if's" and haunting forethought. Note that all the poems published are originally my work. Do not post it in an...
