Petals on The Flower
all you have left –
is the core of your self
the treadmill, it continues
there is always strain on the belt
i am petals –
of your flower
you put hands on my face
i give you hours
i am independent
but my traction is better under your power
too many people –
have been funnelled –
to positions at the top
their psychological frailty
has never paused and never stopped
and the reality is –
one of concentrated power
that can burn and degrade
the petals –
on your flower
all you have –
are the ramparts of hope
baileys of self esteem
moasts,
filled with the most likeable dreams
arrow slots –
where you hear the screams
James Garratt – Friday 15th May 2020
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Petals on The Flower – Written Friday 15th May 2020 (Aged 45)
