Chapter 5 - Flower

Flower

By, Christina Heaton



Just like the flower

Resting in the vase

I am dead

The once vibrant red rose

Is now hanging down

In a crinkly shade of brown

And my heart is the same

It used to burn red

With the fire of passion

And love

But that fire

Has all but vanished

It burnt my heart

To the small crisp

That it is now

The flower now has dropped

From it's stem

Into my shaking hand

The last string of support

Has just snapped

I fall to my knees

Filled with emotion

And like the flower

The last string

On my heart breaks

Tears flow out freely

Uncontrollably

My body breaks down

And like the dead rose

No one can save me…

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