Depression Grew
October 18th 2008 04:04
A flower bloomed, one winters day.
Within my mind so far away.
Its roots, planted firmly in the soul
were yesterdays grasping control.
Its stem, reminded me of life
that vaguely passed before my eyes.
Its leaves, separated at the stem
reflected times of now and then.
Its petals, so uneven stated
happiness is overrated!
Its color, so profoundly dark
matched the shade of my empty heart.
This flower that did bloom within,
was not a beauty nor a friend.
Within my mind so far away.
Its roots, planted firmly in the soul
were yesterdays grasping control.
Its stem, reminded me of life
that vaguely passed before my eyes.
Its leaves, separated at the stem
reflected times of now and then.
Its petals, so uneven stated
happiness is overrated!
Its color, so profoundly dark
matched the shade of my empty heart.
This flower that did bloom within,
was not a beauty nor a friend.
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