Finding A Flower

I don't really know what to say. Words ran through my head and I began to type.

 

On land barren and harsh. 

Where only a dust windy blows,

  and nothing, nothing grows.  

I walk along smoothly, 

sliding one foot after another. 

The sweat drips of my cheek. 

Oh what dry, dry summer.  

Pushing through the heat, 

I began searching. 

I didn't know for what, 

but for something.  

When day began to turn to night, 

My feet were sore. 

Oh feet, take flight. 

I fall to my knees, 

my chaped lips begin to bleed. 

What do I see, 

when almost almost all hope is gone? 

A flower at my feet.

Author's Note

feedback would be great! I think this is one of my better poems!

Reviews

[QuillandInkWhispers]

This is a great poem. I love it. "I fall to my knees, my chaped lips begin to bleed. What do I see, when almost almost all hope is gone? A flower at my feet." I find this part deep. Keep writing more!

[Marissa]

i love this poem at the beginning you are all hopeless in a desolate place and then you find hope. great poem!