Flower pot

Every day and every night I put a flower in my gaudy old flower pot,
in the hopes that it would bring back everything that has been lost.
Long ago, my jumbled mind forgot.
Jasmine in the wild, its scent
Standing in the balcony grill’s nook,
brought back shattered memories;
Like our dog standing in front of the door with neither happiness nor grief evident in its eyes,
Or the garden full of Sylvia and vibrant green leaves.
Butterflies flapping their wings carelessly in the dead silence.
As the silence deepens, I can hear my own thoughts
yearning for the blessings that I have consistently berated,
Like the white rose that was fully bloomed;
that started fading away; in my flower pot.
My eyes start to dry up, and an echo fades away in my thoughts.
I feel so helpless that I doubt I will have them back even if I plead on my knees.
But Will you look at me If I gaze up
With nothing but my eyes full of words I’ve been trying to cough up?
Will you listen if I call you one last time
Will you answer or even give me a sign?
Because I miss me and my uncanny emotions and my heart that breaks a lot.

Prize Owner Poem 3rd

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