Flower
My smiles fade quickly
I am a wilting flower
Pulled up by the roots
For the pleasure of others
My dream is quickly fading
Killed by life's "truths"
I have no fertile soil
On which to stand my ground
My color's slowly draining
Matching its surroundings
Shades and tones of grey
With little or no light
My homeland is destroyed
My parents dead and gone
My culture is dispersed
Life holds no meaning
People move about
No one knows my pain
No one truly cares
As I am but a flower
By Ami
You'd think I'd have learned from the last one. *Shakes head sadly* Oh well. Send me your opinion of this poem here, as I love to get feedback, good or bad.
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