Daniel N. Flanagan Writing

Lilac

And my whole life has been like;

I am the flowers

The pretty flowers sitting in the vase,

Decorating the mahogany dining table;

Silently dying

Smelling of tropical plumeria petals.

Sucking up water while leisurely wilting.

Looking gorgeous,

And then presentable,

And then accordingly.

All my owners do is force feed me more water;

Drown me.

Gaze upon me with disgust as I,

Wilt.

But I cannot live without sunlight,

Without love.

My petals are all set, all ready

And yet they go no where.

Sitting in this vase, I slowly decay.

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Originally published by Dead Snakes on 12/28/13

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Republished by Leaves of Ink on 02/28/14