Good morning guys! Its been long since I last posted a poem and I just wrote one, and decided to share it with you guys.. Enjoy!
What to use.....?
Now this sharp edge
The unforgiving cold blade,
The delusion of a harmless handle
I watch like a trance
As they all fall apart upon contact with the blade,
The lot of them,
The beautiful flowers,
How would the gardener feel?...
BAD?
because he wasn't there to stop this assailant....
SAD!
He'd lost what he meticulously cared for?
Well too bad ,
I'd never be here to Know.
But then again,
There's my beautiful poison,
Much more clinical,
The art of killing with chemistry,
Harder to notice,
He'd come by everyday,
And they'd be getting worse,
He'd be helpless,
That's the pain I'd like to see,
The pain I could relate to.
The feeling of total helplessness..
Or maybe
I'd introduce weeds ,
They'd contend with his flowers,
He'd try to force them out,
But like tightened cords ,
They'll hold on.....
They would surely choke out the nutrients,
The ugly struggle would never end,
Flowers were not built to fight,
So they'd just as soon give up,
They'd turn Brown and frigid,
They would look beaten down when he comes upon them,
Grey and ugly and withered ,
They'd be gone.
Now with all my options,
I still want all my weapons to have a say,
I think........
I just think.........
Just maybe.....
No,not maybe....
I'll most definitely use all,
I've experienced all the pain they have to give,
I'm not selfish,
So I'll share with the gardener,
And then I'll leave him a gift,
I will remain here till he comes,
I stare with hollow eyes as he sees the Carnage,
And yet I'll be long gone.
Thanks for reading.
Peace!✌
