Ghost from the past

A person who we are once with.

Who once shakes our soul within.

Who made us feel loved.

But the memoirs of love that haunts.

A bygone feeling that once surrendered,

returning the agony, that it once brought.

 Let it be pass.

A winter season that will not be last.

After this cold season,

spring will take succession.

The beauty that can't be seen

I am a flower in a thorny ground.

A flower desires to glow,

but cannot.

A flower desires to grow,

but can't even sprout.

Choking and dying in this scarce land.

I want to show my signifance,

but how can I?

I want to express myself!

Please tell me how.

I am choking and dying in this compressed land.

I desire to till this land, but how can I?

I don't possessed even a single hand.

I desire to reveal my beauty! but how can I?

Limited I am in this dying land.

Patiently waiting for someone

 to clean this land.

Waiting for the right time,

to lighten this gloomy land.

I am a flower in a thorny land.

Looking for someone to offer a hand.

Someone, please!

Restore this dying land.