i fell weakly on my knees
soft bruises primed
from under my skin
cherry blossoms tattered
from merciless winds
as i laid there exposed
on a wilting field
the sky seemed almost translucent
the Sun no where to be seen
i felt the trees bend forward
intentionally towards me
their branches grasping outwards
maybe to shield me
from these forsaken lands sorrow
where only tears
and bottled hatred spills
to ruin youthful seeds
my limbs completely paralysed
waited for the Earth
to engulf me from this reality
but instead blades of needy grass
cut through me
numbness swept over my senses
as involuntary blood trickled
onto the yellow-green weeds
flowers fought through my flesh
to find a new home
with more hope and warmth
so they left me
empty
it was there where i died
and gave away all my memories
of love and of loss
it is where my carcass will fade
but those flowers
if never cut will remain
to tell others of our story
