Poem: Broken Little Bluebell

Tick tock tick
broken little bluebell
lying at the
bottom of the stairwell.

Stems are cracked
and leaves are torn
broken little bluebell
oh the bruises you adorn.

Time passes slowly
not to be found
broken little bluebell
don’t make a sound.

Plucked from existence
and dropped into the den
broken little bluebell
pick yourself up again.

Steal yourself for more
repeats around the clock
broken little bluebell
tock tick tock.

r.l.w

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