Forget Your Needle In a Hay Stack
I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
the perfect rose.
Copyright © Ryan Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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