For-Get-Me-Not
When the Nightshade made its deadly callAnd erased a life at 33
Coercing the angry cries of a tormented soul
A Forgot-Me-Not flowered blue scenes
It seemed forgotten in tears of injustice
As angry blasphemies spewed
Awaiting the winter solstice caress
Of numbing placebos time tunes
There the small blue flowers called
Forgot-Me-Not their silent chant
He grows barely noticed around her soul's parlor
Whispering memories of thoughts implanted
Forget-me-not memories saved of wisdom
Sent to her boundless spirit contained
He is here always here as his scent looms
Soothing and caressing her spiritual pain
A timeless specter reborn consumes
Her helpless dispair's flight
Growing pure as the lotus blooms
Flowering towards his perpetual light
He Forgot-Me-Not she smiles again
Light blue blooms forever seen
Along her unconscious heart refrain
Cast deep from her eyes of green
11/22/2010
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2021-08-07 at 22:27
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