A lonely flower, amongst some weeds,
Bringing life to a dark alley.
Hoping its beauty was contagious,
Tried to edge closer.
A boundary from hell.
They needed this greatness,
But unable to reach,
And stayed in place.
Diurnally, jealousy grew,
Only took notice of,
No-one cared about
Blending in with everything else.
They did not bloom, nor blossom.
But they knew
Nothing would change.
So, the only appropriate action,
The rest come in the afternoon because I am still working *sorry*