Teenangst Drama
Obsession grows like a weed
In a beautiful garden.
Or at least I think I am beautiful.
Still no bee to pollinate my flower,
Nor a humming bird to suckle at my nectar.
Not even a flower of my own origin will impregnate me.
I cannot bend to the sun's light for it shines none upon me.
Cannot reach for a drop of water to quench my thirst.
How I yearn for it so dreadfully
Eventually I will be plucked,
And put aside to never be looked at again.
As if anyone looks at me anyway.
Please make it slow,
So I can feel the life fade,
Or at least feel a little human contact.
Copyright © Matthew Lorenz | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment