I Am A Weed
I never understood
How cruel you could be to leave
For centuries without a care,
While I wait, curled in the snow
Hollow inside, frozen outside.
I will be in your absence
A brittle shell.
A seed, waiting for Spring,
For my shoots to unfurl in warmth.
Am I a rose that requires tending?
Will I one day rise again and bloom?
Winter is death, each year,
The same of the same.
A dull pain
From which indifference takes root.
Everything beautiful in life is linked to you.
The day you left my petals were ravaged
By that southwestern wind that used to carry me.
And I cannot blossom in my crimson red.
When will you return to encourage me?
If I am a flower,
Then without you,
I am a weed.
- Title: Weed
- Artist: Peleandra
- Description: I suppose that... This poem is reflective of my worst fear in life--to be left alone by the ones I love more than anything. Anyone who has experienced this, or loves someone this much, can probably relate. I've been told my poetry is decent, so I decided I might as well give the arena a shot.
- Date: 12/08/2008
- Tags: weed