A Flower's Fate

 

I am horny, encumbered. 

   Settled, and lost. 

If there was a feeling of growing amongst the weeds and the mud, 

Then so it is...

    and at a sludging pace. 

Repressed beneath a deep swamp. 

Handling the impossible, 

Unseen and no body knows. 

To the depth, 

  

The Lotus grows, 

A blossom of a forlorn land. 

Seen only as a colour and essence of extract 

I will be bled, 

And used to Heal others, 

Plucked, 

And my essence drained 

For the purpose of life... 

But somebody else's. 

It is okay. 

The flowers afterall, 

Must succumb as we all must, 

...to our fate.