She cared for no one,
Stood tall and aloof like a single poppy,
Resisting the wind and rain
As she stood on the lawn of asphalt.
Around her she surveyed the weeds of the city,
The fake trees of the city,
The smoggy air of the concrete forest,
All choking and stifling her future.
Not for her this poisonous place
This ****** city,
This filthy forest of stone and metal.
Her kind need space and freedom.
For her kind are flowers that grow alone.
No one understands them.
They have no empathy.
They have no moving parts.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
She cared for no one,
Stood tall and aloof like a single poppy,
Resisting the wind and rain
As she stood on the lawn of asphalt.
Around her she surveyed the weeds of the city,
The fake trees of the city,
The smoggy air of the concrete forest,
All choking and stifling her future.
Not for her this poisonous place
This ****** city,
This filthy forest of stone and metal.
Her kind need space and freedom.
For her kind are flowers that grow alone.
No one understands them.
They have no empathy.
They have no moving parts.