I saw the flowers bloom and grow,
Uncurl their tender leaves.
I saw, rising from the melted snow,
Hope that in its self believes.
Back when I was young and new,
My heart was full of Spring.
Back when the Winters, brought by you,
Tried hard but could not cling.
I heard echoes as dead things fell,
Burying the ground.
I heard, certain as the funeral knell,
The grave rise up around.
Underneath your pressing dark,
I shivered in the cold.
Underneath each cruel remark,
My heart grew hard and old.
I felt the highest mountains shake,
Trembling from their core.
I felt the burning lava make
Me spark like ne’er before
And now, within hate’s endless flame,
I grow hard and cold and sharp.
And now, see the fruit of your cruel game,
Is diamonds carved from hearts
Author notes
My AP name is J.P.Troy and I'm paired with Black Narcissus
Credit to vivien82 of Deviant art for picture prompt:
http://vivien82.deviantart.com/art/3D-Diamonds-39994800
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i dont know why but this poem has some metaphoric vaule to me i love it i choose you to move on thank you!!
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Something about this just gets me. I like it a lot for some reason I am not sure why (it is 4 am).
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