FLOWERS AND FLESH-EATING PLANTS
The will to compensate,
or rather the urge to compensate,
is a strong one.
Albeit a destructive one.
It stirs up the soil
in which you try to grow some flowers
before the season is over.
The season is your mood, your current flow;
the current which flows
right below the surface.
the surface of the facade
that you keep
in order to survive.
Each current so brief and so overwhelming,
there is not enough time to learn how to care for these potential flowers.
Each current starts so optimistically,
but all I am left with, are self destructive powers.
These roses turn into flesh-eating plants
All the stardust pollination from the flowers
turn to acid, sharp teeth
the plant eats all my attempts at happiness
and keeps them out of my reach