pomegranate tears and deep dark fears

short poems: Part 5

The last words of someone dead

Will be lost among the stars

The lonely melody in my head

Has taken me too far

Life is when the flower grows

Waiting for the sun

Death is when the flower knows

That there isn’t one

My life is a play

And nothings real

Or at least

That’s how I feel

For when I look

Close at the seams,

I can see that

I’m in a dream