Precious Petals. Poem by Peter Vealey

Those precious petals
Are falling all the time.
Still we waste away
For a world
That cannot savour the taste
Of delicate beauty.
Without dark angels ready,
To prey on the naive n' powerless
Majority.
Those precious petals
Are falling away.
Never to be the same.
The scars of life
Take away before they heal.
With a black rose
Growing like a new dark eclipse.
They fall so easy.
Precious Petals
In moments of apparent safety.
Unguarded eyes.
In a guerilla mentality
Called the world today.
Those precious petals
Are unseen
In the flight
Down.
From the vases
of their view.
Just a slip, a word,
An action out of place.
Precious Petals.
We let them bloom
Only to die.
And then spite the truth
Of their lives.
To hide the 'knives out'
Of our insecurities.