The
Power of the Flower
J.C.
McGuire
ref:
May 98 Heroinsight
He feels no pain out on the street
As he searches for what he needs,
Money to buy yet another fix
of golden liquid, from poppy seeds
Young men once died amongst these flowers
that now he seeks to gain,
The petals of old, again renewed
Bring the death, to kill the pain.
And he lays upon the ice cold ground
Along, alone, and in his stupored state,
and for just one instance, he thinks,
this is the last flower he will take.
The vision of the Flanders field
Flies swiftly through his head,
He dreams his father holds him,
just for a moment, then he's dead.
His father cries, `why did he die?'
Oh, beautiful son of mine,
I loved you, now I've lost you
and I'll miss for all time.
Now he is just a memory
on the mirror of his father's eye,
His father remembers his son's laughter
As he repeats `why did you have to die?'
His Flanders field is now empty
The beauty now, has all gone.
For he has lost his precious flower,
His one and only irreplaceable son.
In the pit of his stomach
there lies a hole, a gap,
That can never be filled.
Just drowning memories lay in his lap,
My son, my son has been killed.
The father blames himself you know,
over and over, his life stands still.
As he stares at the beauty of the tower,
He knows too well, that it can kill.
Unable to move on with life.
Keeping his pain deep within,
The golden liquid, from the beautiful flower,
is now indirectly killing him.
"The power of the flower", a thing of beauty it's
not!
The father weeps and grieves and weeps, and thinks
How will he carry this lot.
As he places one red poppy
on his son's resting plot.
The sun shines down to warm him,
but the father still feels cold.
Without his son, his laughter, his love
He knows he'll grieve, until he's old.
Now all he's got is the memory,
Late at night when he wakes alone.
No beautiful flower, no son, no life.
He just exists in a world of his own.
The flower lives on to kill again,
To cause another, sorrow and pain
Reflecting echo's can still be heard near by.
"Why did my child have to die?"
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