Alex Ritchie


My Coloured Flower - Poem by Alex Ritchie

My life is a black and white photo is which I stand alone. You were that coloured flower surrounded by my blackened life in its decaying field. I was surprise to find you there, was I meant to? Either way I bonded with that flower and called it a friend, its colour seeming to be the only thing giving me hope but sadly I got to close to this flower and I crushed it and now no colour lays in my decaying field and I'm sorry that you were the flower...


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I lost one of my close friends over a fight which I started. To her, I'm sorry.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Allen Steble (5/17/2013 10:00:00 PM)

    Excellent poem Alex, thnx for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013


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