A Field Full Of Flowers

A field full of flowers

Each withered away

Not a petal in sight

To pick today

A field full of flowers

Now just dirt and ground

Not even a loose stem

Was waiting to be found

A field torn open

With many before it

Not a source for a smile

Now your teeth you must grit

I thought I’d be free

Affection gifted in showers

Yet here I now find

Another field full of flowers

A field full of rainbows

Just waiting for me today

A field full of colours

Just waiting to turn gray

A field full of flowers

Each waiting to be plucked

A cycle full of grief

A cycle I’ve shunned