As the Petals Fall
The rose wilts, the petals fall, last call...last call...
Left out in a field alone, flower beds of unhappy homes
Over the hill and far away, barely seen at all...at all...
On the edge of fertile soil above where the sea wave foams
Suffering from the salt air breeze, as it blows...it blows...
Bending the stem of belief, harboring the anchor of doubt
Question the basics of the seed and where it grows...it grows...
Take the plunge of grief into the sea to drown the voices out
Uprooted feet, the soul set free, watch it just fly away...fly away...
Left its wilted leaves as a warning to never trust the dirty soil
It will beg and plead, lie and cheat, try to get you to stay...to stay...
The games begin as the roots set in, sad vegetables always spoil
05/19/18
Written for Contest: Let Your Pen Drip
Theme: Over the Hill and Far Away
Hosted by: Broken Wings
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2018
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