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Flowering Youth
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Stuff that could be worse. Curtains draped from a sickle-shaped rod
Throw shadows on an otherwise stunning room.
Behind the shades hides the face of a scarlet plume
Left derelict, this flower hoists her façade
She hides her petals for fear of pain
Spurned, she wishes only for solitude
She knows even with sentiments so skewed
She can only hold on so long without rain
She needs the love she finds in sunshine
And she needs the affection found in rain
The light is not so accepting as it feigns
The numbers draw this intricate line
Like all flowers she will die
But she may never fully bloom
Because her love's in short supply
She'll be stamped out by intolerance's fume
She'll live her life in pain, bemused
For breaching nature's worst taboos
She fights with all her strength
Against a way of life that she didn't ask for
Scared for herself, not of herself
Because not everyone is so understanding
i enjoyed this poem, the tone was pretty dark, and you did a good job on using your diction in description of the setting to set up the mood of darkness/shadows/hiding/fear/oppressiveness---especially in the beggining.
i like this poem its good
-Claire Glover