Overdrawn Flowers

Another rather abstract poem that somewhat goes along with Ashes on the Pendulum.

the world turns to

chalk dust at your

fingertips

it's the last tree in the forest

the world needs

a cradle of beliefs

and

an inch of scorn

to write with chalk

on paper

we all fall but

maybe death wants to die

too

falls an avalanche of words

tadpoles become

birds fly like watercolours

in the sky there are angels

bringing death

and the overdrawn flowers still remain

the overdrawn flowers remain

they still remain

they shouldn't still remai

Light spills from an underground window, its mind lost in all that is past.

The End

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