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Untitled Poem - by Bailey Reece


The flower blooms in the warning light

The warning just before the Sun rises to ignite the sky

And set aflame all my ghosts

The petals unfurl in the dim blue

The blue that drowns the world

That I swim in peacefully

I cannot bear to see it rebuild its walls

To witness the end of a beauty 

Which is why I hide from mirrors

But, in this moment, I am free from all burdens

The flower is my soul

My gentle glowing soul

Easy breathing must end eventually

Light creeps over the horizon and sets the day in motion

It is not an evil, for it knows not what it

is doing

Merely a force excreted by the Sun

A beam juts itself over the ridge, scorching the heart of my soul


All at once the end manifests itself

The petals of my beloved flower tuck in

Like a mother wrapping her young

All the world can see me in my lost and fearful state

A graveyard, a haunted land, I am the

heart of

My breath hitches and dies to

a shallow whisp

For a moment I was

free, strong, and graceful

No fight resonates within my form

Complacent,

I shield my face from the rays and join the ghosts around me,

hoping that if I let go

I may fade to grey

never to breathe

again.

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