A flower is planted

The sun, like a blanket.

The rain falls

A silent voice calls.

As the flower grows

There's only one who knows.

How to cut the flower

And rescind its power.

The one who knows

Is the one who can't grow.

The envy flowing, the anger growing

Until the day they snap.

Nobody will clap.

As the petals fall

There's no more flower at all...

The day the flower fell

There was a new story to tell.

The one who knows

Still can't grow.

And when they go to bed

Their mind is filled with dread.

The flower he broke

Will be there to provoke.

His dreams haunt him.

The chance of justice is slim...

The flower wishes she was dead

But it's time she rests her tired head,

And go on to live again...

"A Wilted Petal"

a vent poem by yours truly,

~Pico~