A Furnace Caged The Flower

November 27, 2011
It’s too easy to hide away and cry
Left standing alone like you don’t matter,
To want to disappear and want to die
The clothes on your back left ripped and tattered.

Be still your mind, no strong thoughts or desires
The image you’ve made is not one of pride.
Your body a furnace, raging fire
The shadows lurking have tried and now hide.

But kind is mother, and loyal, father
To love you forever, promised in blood
For mercy, pray, alone at the alter
From your pollution grows a single bud.

Caged like an animal, and spit at again
Cry, cry, like a flower picked off the stem.





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