Petunia

Calligraphy | Red Spider Lilies

Like a petunia bulb I hid it,
Closely to my heart, never to share,
The pain inside I bid it,
A close memory to farewell.

He stood and watched as I shivered,
The sins of my past I couldn’t bare,
Silenced my tears, stifled it,
Oh soul, what have you dared.

Oh soul what have you carried,
Of virtues lost, of time to spare,
Now my head flames in dark cherries,
Oh brown the hazel it no longer cares.

I wish I was dirt,
I wish I was carried,
Like this petunia bulb,
No sins back to glare.

No dances to sing to,
No laughs, no sorrys,
No warm hugs and kisses,
No lies and deceits to swear,

I wish I was a petunia bulb.

Excerpt Poem from Red Spider Lilies | Poetry Book | https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Y3XFV31/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5