My hope is a flower
And you are its captor
Ripping its dainty neck from the ground
It cries without a sound
Struggling to breathe
You pluck its petals
As it watches you seethe
Each petal representing
Each ounce of hope my heart can contain
Until it is just the pistil and its stem
Insignificant and drained
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Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
