Blossom in the Street

[Dark Muse]

Blossom in the Street

A
flower in
the sunshine wilting
away upon hard cement
streets

Cold
broken winds
through lost souls
left crying in the gutters
trash

Blank
eyes watching
their only plea for
help to release them from this
pain

Locked
inside all
their beautiful lies
bittersweet blossoms plucked from
life

Sad
dreams faded
in fairy tales
that were never meant to be
born.

[blazeofglory]

This poem reveals the truth we must know in this modern commercial life wherein sensibility has been concertized and everything is synthetic.

Life is plasticized.

[Dark Muse]

That is an interesting way of looking at it