The Flower that Forgot the Sun
The colours run its day was done
The Flower that Forgot the Sun
Once I was a burst of light,
A wild bloom on the edge of air,
I opened myself to every storm,
Believing warmth would find me there.
But time is cruel to beauty’s hope,
It takes what glows and leaves the shell,
My colours wept into the soil,
My scent became a fading spell.
Now I stand in painted joy,
A mimic of the life I knew,
Each petal stained by borrowed days,
Each breath a memory breaking through.
The sky above has turned to glass,
It holds no promise, only show,
I ache for rain that never falls,
For roots that reach where I can’t go.
Still I pretend beneath the sun,
As if my wilt could bloom again,
For even dying flowers dream,
That love might come and end their pain.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Another poem that shows deep feelings for others. Good job.
Your poems are always so descriptive, I really enjoy reading them, thankyou for sharing xx
Wonderful 🌸🩷🌞the love might come and end their pain ❤️