The Loneliest Living Thing

I have been at a crossroad for years
Struggling past a multitude of fears
And as weary as I might get
I still can’t say without fret
That I am the loneliest living thing.

Flowers wither and die
But before then they live a melancholy life
They crumble underneath tiny little feet
Bees steal their nectar for something good to eat

So, if I were to profess
That I was the loneliest living thing
Flowers would gladly confess 
That I lie about nearly everything

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019



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Date: 5/30/2019 9:01:00 PM
I love this poetry. It is to me a poetic heart speaking its truth and its personal honor..
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Date: 5/23/2019 5:27:00 PM
. have a nice evening my friend.Kurtz Monia, welcome to Poetry Soup. So nice to meet you. I have never thought of flowers as being lonely. Something to poender
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Monia Kurtz
Date: 5/24/2019 7:01:00 AM
It’s nice to meet you! Thank you for replying to the poem!
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