Lost and withered
The beguiling flower
Tossed underfoot
Left to rot in denial
Crushed in dirt and soil
An empty blanket
Seeps further a mind
Already crazed
The mist of the dew
Coats your illusion
The dew of a new day
Some hope you think you've obtained
An occasional shower
Pushes more from truth
Left to drown in a puddle
Pretending you never knew
Torn and battered
Ripped finally in two
No more denial
Seek no comfort in truth
You could have bloomed so well
Instead you live in a hell
Of your own choosing
Copyright �Julie Holmes