Waterfalls and Hand Grenades - A Brief Collection of Poetry

Dead Flowers

I had always been running

I was nothing but cunning

It kept me from losing

The friends I was bruising

Part of me tried

As my friendships died

To correct my sin

My isolation

I felt alone-- yes utterly so

All of my friends one by one did they go

It was my fault and solely my own

That all of them left me and and left me alone

There once was a saying of which I knew not

"Each of your friends is a new flower pot,

You water and love them—each day you try

But if you do not, the flowers will dry"

I was ashamed and I felt I could cry

It was me, only me that had left them to die

Could I revive them and could they still live?

Could they survive how I'd self-destructed?

I water and water but now all hope is lost

Never again will I not count the cost

It will take time to rebuild what has gone

But with each new day is a sunrise and dawn