Gabbi

Gabbi.

She felt original.

Out-dated and different.

She never spoke.

Only searched and observed

With her eyes.

She kicked the fallen rose.

The petals collect dirt.

I guess this flower

Resembled her in a way.

Being kicked around and left behind.

She knew no one cared.

She would rather be feeling this way

Than nothing at all.

If feeling this

She would be alive.

Not gone, like now.

Reviews

[r]

wow. this is an amazing poem. enough said, ill let it speak for itself

[Lucia Morgan]

this poem hit me really deep, which rarely happens for me, so bravo. i'm a satisfied reader but at the same time i crave more because i love it. :)