I held a flower in my hand,
gently picking at it’s petals.
It hurt no more, the pain is gone
I felt the solid earth beneath my skin.
Gently rocking me to sleep
My heart in a constant rhythm, ever slowing.
The deep red water, drying around me,
The flower began to dye,
A single petal fell from its stem.
As the petal fell i saw my life,
my triumphs, and my let downs
my good moments, and all of my bad,
As the petal fell I felt my heart stop,
i strained my lungs, but they would take no more.
My hand felt cold as it too went limp.
Finally the petal hit the floor;
I closed my eyes resting... forevermore
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