Cruel Flowers

Cruelly, the flowers
grace my vision. —
Their beauty fills my senses
and feeds my soul.
This fleeting, beautiful moment
that I cannot hold.
The expansion of my heart,
turns concave.
Towards the lives of those
I cannot save.
I breathe in deep
the sweetest air,
only to exhale into
the sudden darkness there.
Cruel flowers reaching
for the light of the Sun,
rooting downward towards
the less fortunate ones.
Bloom as they wilt,
in the breeze, free to sway.
I still long to gaze upon them,
while I may.

~ M.