BARREN LAND OF FLOWERS
1] I was the bellwether of my bleakness , isolating myself in a bell jar of my banality bereaving & bewailing , my blights ,my life cutting my flowers & my forests of be someone`s ungrateful wife 2] I am a barren land of flowers bleeding my way to death & despair bereft on the staircases of my unexplored veneer seeing my welfare, turned up against myself in a warfare a death cold stare , thin air , rust turned ceiling of yesteryears wishing I could also annihilate my way up , by being this insincere 3] once I will die you all would realize I bled my soul on paper I bled my existence on vellums I bled my what ifs like I was born for this & wrote verses worth of seven haunting lives till your gazette would press me , against my oppresses but I would have left , my parchment on pining , in excesses 4] a master takes birth often a mastermind in years one of a kind in a decade a nonpareil in a century ...
