The Lonely Flower

The wind blows

Trees shake

I'm all alone

in the hot sun

 

While the others laugh

and play around

I sit here

without a sound

 

The wind blows

Trees shake

I'm all alone

in the winter air

 

I can feel the cold

creep into my petals

As the warmth leaves,

so does my smile

 

I am empty in this world

I feel left out

forgotten

unheard

 

All alone

a blank canvas

I miss

My color

 

 

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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