A Single Daffodil

A single daffodil,

on a lonesome patch,

of unmowed grass

bows to the wind. 

A tearful boy,

on a lonesome bed,

of unmade sheets

bows to the world. 

A baltic breeze,

births goosebumps on,

his redened skin

as he looks out at;

 

A single daffodil,

on a lonesome patch,

of unmowed grass

bending to the wind. 

The shinning sun,

bathing blades of grass,

in a garden full of flowers,

happens upon a daffodil,

who from the wind cowers.

A daffodil, 

who cannot see,

that above the unmowed of grass,

a field of gay flowers dance. 

A single daffodil,

that was never truly alone,

was blinded by the unmowed grass,

he let surround his home.

And like that single daffodil,

he was blinded by the mess, 

that he let build up around him,

and become his lonesome nest.