Brittle Paper, Wilted Flower
Paper that has been folded
too many times.
Brittle and flaky yet still
with a purpose left to fill.
And a flower
with too much sun
and not enough water
led to no energy
against those who fought her,
fought them.
With not materials of the earth,
but materials of man
were they bludgeoned with.
Which led to the becoming
of themselves.
The brittle paper and wilted flower.
I'm not sure how I feel about writing poems myself and I also don't know if I'm really any good. so feedback is much appreciated :)
