Memoir Of A Wilting Flower
A fragile being strives to never fray
against those that prey upon the frail
to survive, where cold palms lay
Howls of blood lust from both sides at play
out-sing a mouth with no voice to wail
a fragile being strives to never fray
Rigged fingers direct bullets without delay
as silent prayers carried to the heavens prevail
to survive, where cold palms lay
Sky falls dark, clouds inhale powder and decay
one after another hearts fall cold and stale
a fragile being strives to never fray
All hopes and dreams forever blown away
the aftermath always makes it hard to exhale,
to survive, where cold palms lay
All silenced, for none had anything else to say
except one blood-stained survivor of the tale
A fragile being strives to never fray
to survive, where cold palms lay
*This poem is a Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the
poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines). *
Lets all thank Danny for being here today and showing us his amazing poetry :] You're one of a kind best friend. Love you!!! Tell next time don't play in traffic, skittles rules and no matter what you're all awesome. -Nik. L. B.
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