PrarieFlower

~ T M Mulligan

I sometimes feel

Like a prairie

Flower in the

Hands of a

Forlorn lover plucking

My petals in

Pursuit of love

As though my

Own beauty is

Forgotten in lieu

Of theirs does

He not see

Me my prettiness

Instead I’m simply

A thing found

Faraway upon which

To bemoan and

After used far

Uglier than when

This first began