Look at the wilted flowers,
The ones in the corner,
That no one ever talks about.
Look at the door,
With petals all over the floor,
The sick, the dying, the deceased.
Look at the pretty petals,
Over there in the middle,
That everyone fawns over.
Look at the pot,
Waters not missed, not one drop.
The happy, the well, the living.
The ones that need us most,
Are the ones we have forgot.
The ones who need us least,
Are protected in our heart.
So when you come across,
The friend that needs you most,
Open up your heart a little,
Don't leave them there to rot.
Maybe then they'll be watered,
Have the room to grow,
All because you shared your love,
With the one who needs it most...
- Nicole L. Abdi
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PoetryTʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ. Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. Rᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ. Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ - Nɪᴄᴏʟᴇ L. Aʙᴅɪ
