Life is Unfair a flower once told me

I wish I’d never met the humble flower

I had travelled to a flower field

flowers there were

like I’d never seen before

Instead I looked unto the sky

Clouds there were

For I’d always admired the sky

As instantly as I looked unto the sky

I looked back at the field

For there it stood, as humble as it could

A  flower, as humble as it could be

When I drew nigh, and touched its pettles

I felt the sweetest sensation ever hoped for

And humble  it was,

It touched my soul more than I could ever imagine

I cried for God to save from his touch

However, it rooted itself deep within my soul

I tried pulling it out off my heart, but could not,

For this flower was too strong, I knew it would hurt,

 for its love felt too perfect

I then rested the flower in my soul

Istantly my soul felt the fiery flames of hell

My soul is burning and crying

Rescue me, I’m dying

Then I remembered, the humble,  flower

I looked down at it and my soul left me

No sound, no scent, no coldness, no warmth

Just nothing

The flower, Once my Humble,  flower

It had become a selfish, flower

Oh how it scared me, for I feared that flower

It hurts, for my soul has left

Now, I’m standing in the midst of a flower field

I can’t move for my soul has left

Now, I hate flowers, but admire the sky

Yet, I can’t look upwards for my soul had left me cold.

Author: M. Amelo