via Daily Prompt: Devastation

Wilted like a dying flower,
Your love, like water,
Helped me rise again.

The world saw me smile,
You saw from a mile,
My eyes told a lie.

A lump in my throat,
Tears about to roll,
I suddenly smiled,
‘twas because of you.

The wind was blowing against
My hair for a while,
Set it back in place,
After every windy attack.

Then came the tornado!
I could not fight back.
A little wind,
That I could handle,
But a tornado,
Damn I have no control.

I’ll pick up the pieces,
Just live with what’s left.
Wilted again.
No thirst this time.
Devastation. COMATOSE.


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