Black Flower
Black flower
sprouting from the rocky soil of the slums
powering through the cool concrete tombs.
Sweeping the devil from Eve's main street
Floating fast away from the carnal grate
sipping from the grail, God's sweet rain.
Now, you're blooming like an ebony pearl.
Despite the deep stain of steepening struggle...
It was all about your spirited heart and grit
You'll not be a flower on a teary clown's lapel
You're a sparkling star atop a gem kissed hill.
Pin prick temptation awaits-don't drift astray.
Doubters and detractors are fleet and persistent.
Forge iron discipline within the hue of good faith.
On occasion, flash petals like battle axe blades
thrashing mind ogres into a cracked nonexistent.
Do honor your sextant soul...
never drift back into the abyss
of the concrete's snake eyed grip...
Black flower.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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