Flowers

12–26–15

Where are the flowers
Outside my door
Where have they gone
They’re here no more.
Their petals fell and
blew away
Ever since my skies
are grey.

Where are the flowers
From over there
So trampled that my
heart can’t bare.
Their leaves did wilt
and stems have broke
They’ve gone from here
up in smoke.

Why can’t the flowers
take me too
Why can’t I join them
in their gloom
To lay on earth
beneath the dirt
For unlike flowers,
this man does hurt.