The flower stood weary, Sheltering a small bug. But the bug grew hungry, And said to the flower... "Dont you ever leave me, For I will surely die!" He started to eat her petals, And she pleaded him to stop. "That hurts? Your mental..." In her stem she felt, That she knew she had to help. For he would surely die, That he could not find another. So she let him eat her petals, Watched him eat at her being. When it was her time to leave, He swore he would come with her. But left her torn up, I wish I had left and that bug had died.
Tell me how you perceive my metaphoric poem? What context do you think its from? Its not pleasent but there is a moral to the bad things that happen.