I think I am allergic
To a different kind of flower
One thats commonly found but rarely kept
The allergy is unfortunate
Ever since that first glimpse
That first smell of beauty
Ever since that flower died
Every flower since has tried
But each have caused a reaction
No flower seems to match the beauty
Of the first flower whose beauty overtook me
Every flower since has messed me up
I try to hard to find another flower
I forgot to enjoy the one I had
In a moment it was gone
And now I have grown allergic
I cannot even touch the flowers
I can admire them from a distance
But when I come close I sneeze
I start to break out and I leave
I take the medicine and I can breathe again
My skin clears and life continues
Then I remember the flower
And I go searching again
But maybe there is only one flower
Maybe I should look for the same flower
Or live without the flower
Knowing none could ever replace it
Or maybe I haven't found the right flower
Maybe there is a better flower
I can't imagine a better flower
But maybe thats the point...
I won't imagine a better one
I will simply feed the flowers
From a distance i'll protect the flowers
I share them and show them
And maybe one day I'll find a new flower
And I won't react allergically
Maybe I'll find the same flower
And be once again blown away
Or... Maybe not.
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Deep Dextrose
PuisiThis is a book for my more serious poems. Some will be long. Some short. Lemme know what you guys think!