September 2015
The flower bloomed, year after year
Pedals fell, one at a time, unnoticed
The soil blackened, hardened, cracked
The empty bed, stained and overgrown
The seeds planted, once in a trusting heart
The whisper of the entrailing tips
Slithered over the edge, hissing promises
The murky pools of tears and lies
Enchanted the seeds to bloom again
No pedals to bear, only remnants in the soil
The water poisoned, choking the roots
The seeds cry in the night, begging for mercy
The entrails slither away, leaving behind false promises
Dry, barren, depleted of all hope
Until another comes to turn the soil
The seeds wait, patiently for purity
To restore the roots, thirsty for honesty
Sunshine flits across the dried bed
Rain washes anew the cracked soil
A sprig of green breaks to the top
I see you there, alone, with hope
I weep bitterly through my sad smile
And know the seeds blew away