Poppies

Final resting, false devotion

Poppies

A field of poppies
A vast field of beautiful flowers
Where I can rest 
Where we can both rest 
I want to lay down there with you 
Feel the wind gently brushing against our skin
Birds singing about love and the upcoming spring
About the wonders of life
Where you and I sadly don't belong
I want to rest until I decompose
For my body to become a fertilizer for these flowers to bloomI
For the earth to devour me whole 
To use me as it pleases
Itching to give my existence some meaning 
If that means i can finaly rest 
So that we both can find peace

Fatima Zahra Bouchrif