The Dark Flowers

I have lost
Everything I hold
Dear, if indeed
I ever had it. This
Time of reckoning is
Too near the heart and
Bone for
Comfort.  Lost and
Alone a human being
Crumples like a dropped
And drying leaf, blown
By the wind, cultivated
By death and grief -
These breed dark
Flowers one would
Never hope to seek
Much less
To keep.
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