Germaine Elliott Poet Rhyme

Death of a Flowery Mind

the flowers die as i walk slowly by
wither away to coal black dust
my shimmering parasol graces their dying bulbs
as i swing to their death, round and round

my words are dried blood
staining the pages of my mind
creating the illusion that everything is fine
when the blood cracks and you can finally see
there in lies the death of me

my eyes avert themselves from the mess that i have made
my hands do not tremble as i sweep around their ashes
no thoughts or cares to the destruction i have laid
as the world around me trembles and crashes

strips of blood flow from my words
cuts and bruises from on my mind
ruining the illusion that everything is fine...
as the blood washes my mind away
you can finally see, there's no way i can stay

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Troy Stark November 18, 2011 at 2:01 PM Excellent work

Sidney Hall Mad Poet November 17, 2011 at 2:18 PM I know the essence behind this poem and I feel your pain anxiety and helplessness. Another beautiful poem.

Poet Destroyer A November 16, 2011 at 3:21 AM Very deep.. thank you for sharing,..p.d.

Leo Larry Amadore November 15, 2011 at 9:53 AM Somewhat reminiscent of "Patterns" by Amy Lowell, although much more concrete and graphic...well visualized.