Feelings Abundant - Poem by Damien Cox
Feelings abundant of being cut down in my youth,
cut flowers withering in a forgotten vase of dirty water,
the sea of life.
No miracle could revive this empty vessel.
Beauty cut down in its prime.
Wilting leaves, heads drooping never to see the glare of light again.
Constant trimming in an effort to stay alive.
A change of water yet their florescence still dwindles.
Their flowers never allowed their full potential, the unlucky ones.
There isn't anything much more beautiful them blossom covered paths and trees in spring.
Comments about Feelings Abundant by Damien Cox
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You