POETRY
Express the mess to release the stress! Writing to, from, and about the parts within.
A Flower
A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing.
This is life without meaning,
Two-dimensional reality. Fact.
Who am I to deserve this?
Who am I not to?
The flower dies,
Its decay unrecognised.
Just another shade of grey,
Colouring this dull world.
A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing.
This is life without meaning,
Two-dimensional reality. Fact.
Who am I to deserve this?
Who am I not to?
The flower dies,
Its decay unrecognised.
Just another shade of grey,
Colouring this dull world.
This poem is from the book Words On A Page