Flowers Poem by Mark Hopwood

My feelings desecrate my mind
My mind contaminates my feelings
My life thinks mostly of death
And in my death I wish for a life.

The flowers on my wall to the right
Lifeless, emotionless and unreal
Remind me of myself in many ways
It sounds stupid but I know how they feel.

It's just flowery wallpaper but it has meaning
We are all flowers, we bloom and then wither away
Live for a few brief moments in time,
Then shrivel up and decay.