Bring Me Flowers This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Around me is the night.
So bleak and unpredicted,
To these thoughts I am addicted,
I am constantly contradicted,
Over this with which I’m afflicted;
Bring me flowers.

My toes are fully numb.
The cold makes me unfeeling,
To this thing with which I’m dealing,
I don’t see any way of healing
My deadened heart the bleakness stealing;
Bring me flowers.

I’m feeling so alone.
I don’t know what I’m doing
What I need must be renewing
Are these my thoughts I am pursuing?
My current state is my undoing;
I need flowers.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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