JUST FLOWERS......

Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
Of the hour
My wilted flower

All alone
Can’t go home
You must cower

So much pain
Standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower

You run away
And there you stay
In the cold rain shower

Memories of all the hate

Your horrible fate

They no longer tower

My wilted flower

In peace you die

I mustn’t cry

Your last hour

My wilted flower

poem by:Jennifer Cramer