My Poem

[FallenFotography]

So my poem is supposed to be spoken word poetry and thats what i like sorry if you dont like that type of poetry​

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The Leaving Of a Broken Hand​

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Standing in the open field ​

A light breeze pleasing my neck​

Eyes closed and ears open​

Grass dancing back and forth​

In its rhythmic patterns​

The war cry of ants​

As they fight for the last of the fields food​

Birds singing their love song​

To anyone ​

To anything​

But​

One is not right​

There is only grass​

The one flower has fallen​

The one flower that meant anything to me ​

Stem is not broken, nor are the roots dry ​

Hanging down towards the ground​

Sulking in the sunlight​

With only death on its lips​

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Taking it in my hand ​

Wondering what could have happened​

A graven image in my mind​

A saddened face out of the corner of my eye ​

A wail of pain in my ear ​

And the touch of a broken hand​

Leaving my own​