Walking home on the same path it’s always been.
My head’s held low the sun shining on made only feel worse,
Why must you shine as I feel so dim?
While the sun who wants to shine on me
wishes not to bother me today,
the sun only wishes to cheer me up, but I do not care,
Why must you shine when I feel as if I am not?
Why must you shine as I feel dim?
Across the path, I came across an uprooted flower,
smashed & collided with the pavement. Death by somebody's foot
who didn’t value a life, or maybe they did just not this small.
And I knelt down, sympathizing with the smashed flower on the sidewalk,
Little flower, She said, gravity has not been nice to you,
It trampled you underfoot with the luggage
it threw on you. You once stood proudly in your field.
your comfort zone, someone then forced you out of it,
Now it’s only a matter of time till you’re reunited
with the ground that didn’t bother to fight for you.
You once met your angel of death,
and all the while you saw the form yours came in the form of &
even then you were defenseless and unprepared.
This world is cruel to us who plated your seeds &
helped clear the debris we left there, but the earth
thought that is where you resign gave you nothing,
no mercy is given. No mercy has been shown
to me in the world that’s plated & yet uprooted you spit on me.
Surely enough I feel no different than you
though I have not yet met my maker, but
it is fo told & the hole for me is dug I’ll be laid to rest in it as for you,
you shall too. I picked the flower up as if it were a baby bird
discarded from its nest, I laid it down to its final resting place.
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