BLOOMING THREAT

Petals are cast from the Flowers stem

As bloom comes from nothing,

 

Solemnly staring as these few most vital embers are released from pressure. 

The immaterial wellbeing of a soul.

The fractured, drowned

Restructured mind of a fragile seed.

 

So, hanging threat, 

Worried string, 

A-void the space or thoughtful ring. 

For in its worst,

This dried out tree, 

A hollow man stays haunting me

Gusted past, 

Fueled by drought, 

That faded man stays dueling out; 

His inner conflict;

Woven dream, 

The plot gets thicker,

The less it means

 

Lost within the sounds and trapped by the air that circulates our experience.

 

Life transacts this feudal fire, 

Steadfast grows my rich desire

Paper-less and needed be,

I hope my vision will set me free