The lily lives in the garden,
white and pure and healthy.
The rain falls - it grows,
the rain continues - it stops,
after all, too much crying will stop most organisms.
The sun shines - it grows again,
the sun stays out - it stops and begins to shrivel up,
after all, too much of a good thing is often bad for you.
After the rain and the sun,
the lily is no longer white and pure and healthy;
it it blackened and shrivelled and ugly.
She goes out to make a bouquet,
and cut all of my lilies,
evicting them from their garden home,
its two sisters -
still young and white and pure and healthy,
are given a new home - the vase -,
and a new job too - to look pretty and perfect.
The blackened, shrivelled, ugly lily is thrown out in the bin,
whilst its sisters thrive in the limelight.
The sisters work tirelessly to impress,
but with limited sunlight, and too much rain water,
they can't cope when they're starved for nutrients,
so they, as well, are thrown aside.
The lilies from the garden,
ruined by crying
and too much of a good thing
and surviving on just water,
and being starved of food,
were all tossed away when they were no longer white,
and pure,
and healthy.
Sound familiar?
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My Maze of a Mind
PoetryThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
