A Rare Flower Wilting

To the man with no soul to bargain,
and for whom pretense becomes his only defense,
I dedicate these simple thoughts:

I’ve traced my steps a thousand times over
and from every possible angle,
no closer to the heart of the matter,
messages burning in the fire of doubt
making promises of never forever,
your current worth equal to blooming misfortune
as a discredit to your legacy
a rare flower wilting

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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