The Lovely Flower


a seed fell as a tear
to the ground fertile with fear
i watered it most everyday
with doubt in the mist i spray
worries sprouted from the seed
obsessively the thoughts i feed
soon a plant is forming
with tender buds adorning
as the seed continues growing
my mind is always knowing
that the sun can only nourish
in darkness life won't flourish
worry created toxic muds
poisoning the delicate buds
in hopes the poison would not spread
i buried my secret dread
as i watched the flower bloom
even the plant sensed the doom
its hopes and petals wilted
head hung like a lover jilted
self-prophecy created a death
the flower had taken its last breath
by living on the darker side
the lovely flower died

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