The Lonely Flower
The wind blows
Trees shake
I'm all alone
in the hot sun
While the others laugh
and play around
I sit here
without a sound
The wind blows
Trees shake
I'm all alone
in the winter air
I can feel the cold
creep into my petals
As the warmth leaves,
so does my smile
I am empty in this world
I feel left out
forgotten
unheard
All alone
a blank canvas
I miss
My color
This poem is about:
Me