I stand in a field full of daisies
Every petal ripped off of them
They stand naked in a carpet of their own skin
I mourn for the daisies
Who were unable to protest
I say, “What troubled soul could’ve done this to you?”
Silence
Their voice gone
Stripped away
They spoke all their words to the one who seeked an answer
The poor daisies were caught up in an unrequited love
Tears slowly stream down my face at that sentiment
Dropping onto the likewise sullen flowers
I bring my hands up from my sides
And under my breath, I murmur, “they love me, they love me not”
Down falls the last petal
Every petal ripped off of them
They stand naked in a carpet of their own skin
I mourn for the daisies
Who were unable to protest
I say, “What troubled soul could’ve done this to you?”
Silence
Their voice gone
Stripped away
They spoke all their words to the one who seeked an answer
The poor daisies were caught up in an unrequited love
Tears slowly stream down my face at that sentiment
Dropping onto the likewise sullen flowers
I bring my hands up from my sides
And under my breath, I murmur, “they love me, they love me not”
Down falls the last petal
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sharkcuddles
Nov 07, 2022
I love this. It’s a poem of sheer desperation and raw emotion , and it’s been put together beautifully.