the everyMan flower

"My flower withered without your touch..."

A collection of poems documenting my search for something I can call myself. My hopes; my reckless fear of never being loved. How I feel as though I'm drowning in my own silence.

It's a mess of dirt and soil and petals sporadically painted in my mind, now splattered onto the pages haphazardly.

Even if you can't resonate with the words, it's okay - because I don't think I can even resonate with myself.