Lost In A Field Of Burning Flowers

A Poem by Brody Lyons

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
Feels like I’ve been wandering for hours.
There’s no way to go.
No direction where the wind blows.

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
My body’s weak, losing its power.
Petals fall onto my shoulders.
Through the heat of the air, they smolder.

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
My life’s ticking away its hours.
Finally there’s something I find.
A girl that’s been on my mind.

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
Hearts skip beats, which happen to be ours.
We take slow steps closer.
I feel as if fate chose her.

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
Our lips meet, hers are sour.
The fear inside makes me break away.
The polluted air around us is nothing but grey.

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
My eyes close as the ash showers.
I wait for the moment she fades.
Miming the field as it decays.

Lost in a field of burning flowers.
I have wasted too many hours.
On the ash-covered ground, I lay.
Just as the flowers around me, I burn away.