You're a flower in the desert
dryness, mordity and darkness surrounds you
but there you remain unhurt.
Your Petals flursh with the most radiant burst of colours
each one constructed to perform a particular role.
Leafs frolic in a dance of joy.
But around you lurks death
a constant lingering of
a maleficent force
but it's cast away by the change of season.
They come around again
and poke at your stem with a sadistic glare
from that sometimes rain lays on your smooth corolla.
Fatigue presents its self
as your stem starts to limp.
Your leafs turn brown.
A tempest is invoked as an offspring of your anger
as storms beat at your delicate roots.
You consider plucking your self from the dry
fruitless ground.
But in your mind you know
not any flower grows in the desert
Only you do.
YOU ARE READING
20 Poems to your subconscious....
PuisiPoems that shout out words of truth to our subconscious.
