No one understood the artists drawing
Or why the picture held such importance.
No one understood the three cracked pillars
As she did. How could they?
The tallest of them had been cracked
By the vines of anger and hate.
The words “WHERE WERE YOU”
Carved as loud as he yelled.
Its flowers have long since decayed
Into pain inflicting ruin.
The next was barely standing.
The anxious vines wrapping around it
Withered with exhaustion.
“Im Sorry” it said
As the final flower withered
And then there’s the middle.
It broke.
No longer able to Withstand the choking hold of the angry vines
Its crumbled visage screams for help
As self-decaying cracks spread across it
It receives none.
And yet…
(though in shadow)
Its flower still blooms.
For it knows it was not their fault.
After all “we were children”
And you. Weren’t. there
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
No one understood the artists drawing
Or why the picture held such importance.
No one understood the three cracked pillars
As she did. How could they?
The tallest of them had been cracked
By the vines of anger and hate.
The words “WHERE WERE YOU”
Carved as loud as he yelled.
Its flowers have long since decayed
Into pain inflicting ruin.
The next was barely standing.
The anxious vines wrapping around it
Withered with exhaustion.
“Im Sorry” it said
As the final flower withered
And then there’s the middle.
It broke.
No longer able to Withstand the choking hold of the angry vines
Its crumbled visage screams for help
As self-decaying cracks spread across it
It receives none.
And yet…
(though in shadow)
Its flower still blooms.
For it knows it was not their fault.
After all “we were children”
And you. Weren’t. there