![]() ForevermoreA Poem by Dominik D. Rites![]() Where did the flowers on my grave go?![]()
When was your last death?
You ask of my last breath? Yes indeed. You hold greed. Why so? You never grow, with a need so strong to ever know, and a face so warm that I wonder why there's snow. You speak of my mind? I speak if you're kind, you listen with thought, not greed or distraught, you will be until vast uncertainty. Then what must I be? A flower, waving brilliantly. But I do not want to be a flower. Why so? Because I do not want to devour, my only light, the only thing I see, and I do not want it buried inside of me. Then you will wilt! A flower indeed must fulfill a monstrous need, but there is no worry. If you hurry, you may just avoid the sting of the bee. Will I live in harmony? If you plead. If you shout to the earth, if you find it worth, your strife and your life. In fact, the cut of a knife, and your stem will fall beneath your petals, all so feeble and dull as it settles. Will I grow to be a tree? We will see. Are you worthy? I want to be. I want to be free. Above the cold, and above the wet, I want to be bold, and yet never fret. I want to lead the bees astray, and keep the winter at bay, as I grow tall and firm, and soon I will learn, how to live, and be okay. © 2016 Dominik D. RitesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 26, 2016 Last Updated on December 26, 2016 Tags: morbid, depressing, grave, flowers, blooming flower, contest, death, poem Author![]() Dominik D. RitesMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAboutI'm an English Literature major looking to share some of my work with the world and gain a bit of experience. I enjoy poetry, fiction, horror, drama, tragedy, essays, and many other genres. I'm hoping.. more..Writing
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