… my little Flower

suddenly they emerged from their hideaway,
three figures avid for eternal companionship
gates adorned with statuettes damned to see the truth
the world hath wandered far beyond any return

my given shape my sojourn, my azure colorless sky
my specter was all left from that dimension
all I truly have been given was this fairyland vision
inhabiting on my mind’s forsaken sanity’s edge

…at least I had my Flower

and the worse curse, the ability to think and perceive
the power to judge without absolute understanding
a distant form jadedly pushing forward an enormous rock
the understanding I may judge without power to

my expressionless face stood underneath velvet cascades
following the figures, while kissing the flowers, onwards
I’ll never wish, for this everlasting mass always changes
In a final effort, the titan screamed in lack of strength

… my Flower had prevailed, but at what cost?

in my arms, she craved for light to flourish her dark branches
he lurched back to his downward stairs, for perpetual tries
alas, the congregation exchanged my most valuable traits
the ability to think, feel and react… for my Flower…

Have I ever sat to wonder, the beauty of what I was given
Another drooling numbered beast, they never thought…
I saw through the impossible to satisfy their needs
in your worlds no longer will I live in the basement

As I saw my little Flower wilt in the midday sun

N. Ego
by joel nachio