And my whole life has been like;
I am the flowers
The pretty flowers sitting in the vase,
Decorating the mahogany dining table;
Smelling of tropical plumeria petals.
Sucking up water while leisurely wilting.
And then presentable,
And then accordingly.
All my owners do is force feed me more water;
Gaze upon me with disgust as I,
But I cannot live without sunlight,
My petals are all set, all ready
And yet they go no where
Sitting in this vase, I slowly decay.
Daniel N. Flanagan is a Worcester, MA native; currently writing a novella, while taking a year off from college. He is the author of the short story "Daddy's Girl", located in The Commonline Journal, and four poems, featured in Aberration Labyrinth and The Onyx. He has three stories and one poem scheduled for publication between December '13 and February '14 in the following literary journals; Beyond Imagination, Danse Macabre du Jour, Yellow Mama and Pyrokinection. Check him out at www.DanFlanagan.webs.com and follow him @DanielNFlanagan.
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