Inside the Mind of Isadora

Wilted Dreams

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Wilted Flower 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
of the hour
My wilted flower

All alone
can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower

So much pain
standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower

You run away
and, there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower

Memories of all the hate
your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower

In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
©written by Jennifer Cramer

Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of whom I am no matter what venue I choose to express it.

8 thoughts on “Wilted Dreams”

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  2. Amy
    October 12, 2021 at 3:28 pm

    Your beautiful image goes so well with this poem. 💖

    Liked by 1 person

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  3. Mason Bushell
    October 12, 2021 at 2:07 pm

    Such a beautiful, emotion and descriptive poem, well done!!

    Liked by 1 person

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