The Flower

I was a flower


I'm a withered, lifeless stem

Petals brown and wrinkled

Stiff and brittle

Decomposing in the dump.

How did I get here?

You of all people should know.

You were the one who made me blossom

You kept me alive

But then you stopped nurturing me.

You shaded me and plugged my water

Slowly I began to deteriorate

Slowly you killed me

Until one day you tore my roots from the ground.


Without water,

Without soil, 

Without love,

I lay with the dirt

I lay with the forgotten

I lay with the unwanted.

I yearn for somebody to pick me up and make me blossom once again

Just like before...

But I don't think I'll ever be that beautiful again.

I was a flower.


I'm just a forgotten carcass of what was supposed to be 

A never-ending love.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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