Living In The Mind's Cage

59.

I am a dying flower

I wasn't meant to be plucked

I was not meant to stay here forever

I was filled with life

With vivid colors

I tried my best to spread joy to those around me

My stem was strong and my petals soft

I did not droop or drop off

I waved in winds that threatened me down

My roots held firm, but not now

I am wilting and withering away

Sunny days seem far away

Though rain sustains me

Aids me so, the best it can

I am now in no man's land

I was plucked, put on display

I was set in many arrays

With my beauty, came a price

Each one, someone came for my life

Though battered, not sustained by Earth

I continued to be filled with mirth

I grew from its strength

Depended on its dirt

This world still shows me what I'm worth

Naturally I was showcased to be a decor

But I want to be much more

What if I wasn't plucked so soon?

Would I have grown towards the moon?

Would I be fuller? And have a richer scent?

Would I have understood my purpose?

Would I have made a dent?
 

A pretty flower, for all to see

But I just wanted to be me

I was plucked too soon

And I will never know

How much potential

I could really grow

Wilted and drooping

I look toward the ground

I do not complain

I do not make a sound

This life was not meant for me

I suppose the world will never see

What true greatness could ever be

Impatient and overbearing

With or without caring

A flower could never last

In such a harsh climate

And as the last petal falls

Drained of life, it is bleeding

It was so hard to see

That this life was so fleeting

 

A/N: Hey readers, so I did have a October update after all. Although that doesn't mean I have my life together, far from it actually. I'm procrastinating hardcore, I'm super stressed out and I am wishing for a coma😅. My depression is back full force and has been for a while😞. My schooling is not doing too great and that is most likely why I'm back to being this way. Anyways, I thought of this because I couldn't sleep. Just so you guys know when I write these, it's only minutes later I post them after briefly checking them and looking out for words that might not be the best to describe the imagery. And if there's a pic up top or a collab of them, then that possibly adds about a half an hour of finding the "right pic/s" -then editing them together. Again, none of the pictures are mine unless I state so  which I did for one of the last updates. I personally don't like to edit the poem or image too much, I just put what flows out of my brain and what I see in my minds eye. So vote, comment what you think? It's a little different, but I think it's a good change. Don't know when my next update is and sorry for the long author's note. I do it a lot and I honestly don't even know if anyone bothers to read them.
Until then.

~~RDP~~