The flower in the corner of the room
is dying
the colors becoming dull
the petals are withering
crumpling
much like the organ in my chest
no longer works at its best
the flower once a bight cheerful red
now dull and dead
no fragrance or beauty left
no longer pretty
so it's tossed away
much like my heart
so broken no one wants to try
that flower
in the corner of the room
that flower
it used to resemble
love and beauty
is now dead and unimportant
much like me
once filled with hope and promise
now broken and unwanted
that flower in the trash
reminds me
everything
at one point
was filled with beauty.
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My Poems
PoetryPoetry. My outlet for life. Having a mental disorder that leaves you struggling for words sucks. This is how i cope.
