Blossom
By Yellowtiger
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Blossom
As I slice through the skin above my veins,
My mind and thoughts spill-
With my blood.
Thinking hurts more than these pains.
Thoughts to kill-
My brains a closed bud.
I long to bloom, for my head to blossom,
A waterfall of love-
Not for me.
Empathy fills me, yet I’m loathsome,
I'm unworthy of
My own empathy.
I water and tend their minds,
Sacrificing food-
Filling with stress.
I will soon be left behind,
In the ashes
of my friends' success.
Eventually this will all be over,
Until then
I will bleed.
My stress leaves with a knife or a razor,
Again and again -
Im no flower, only a weed.
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Hi Yellowtiger
Hi Yellowtiger
I'm not sure how I missed your work before, but I was touched by the vivid imagery in this and the sadness. That last line is particularly telling, as the subject of this poem is obviously a very beautiful flower.
I hope we will continue to see a lot more of your work on the site.
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