"I wondered what had killed you
Was it the lack of bright sunshine
Or was it something more subtle
Yet far from benign"

this is like c4 explosive, yet looks like childrens play
GOOD JOB

for example:
Milk Thistle, milk Thistle
Let me down slow
Help me go slow
I've been carrying on

I'm not scared of nothing
I'll go pound for pound
I keep death on my mind
Like a heavy crown

If I go to heaven I'll be bored as hell
Like a little baby at the bottom of a well

Fair child, fair child
How are you man?
Did you fix that store front?
Did you start that band?

Don't be scared of nothing
You go pound for pound
You bring peace to midnight
Like a spotted owl

I'll be rooting for you like my favorite team
If somebody sweats you, you just point them out to me

All the sights and sounds
This little world's too crowded now
And there's only one way out

An elevator ride,
Through the tunnel, towards the light
And I'm nowhere bound
Keep going up and down
Up and down

Newspaper, newspaper
Can't take no more
You're here every morning
Waiting at my door

I'm just trying to kiss you
And you stab my eyes
Make me blue forever
Like an island sky

And I'm not pretending that it's all OK
Just let me have my coffee before you take away the day

Lazarus, Lazarus
Why all the tears?
Did your faithful chauffeur
Just disappear?

What a lonesome feeling
To be waiting round
Like some washed up actress
In a tinsel town

Before the record I'd come pick you up
We'll head for the ocean
Just say when you've had enough

All the light and sound
This little world's too fragile now
And there's only one way out

But if you let me slide
I'll do my best to make things right
And I'm nowhere bound
Just going up and down
Up and down

Milk Thistle, milk Thistle
Let me down slow
Just help me go slow
I've been hurrying on

I was poised for greatness
I was down and out
I keep death at my heels
Like a Bassett hound

If I go to heaven I'll be bored as hell
Like a crying baby at the bottom of a well

https://steemit.com/music/@feminism/milk-thistle

how long have you been writing poetry?

Poetry is language turned into music :)

I feel for them poor petals that whither away, but then comes rejuvenation when it's time to bloom again 🌼

Sweet yet bitter type reality to face as it reflects on ones life as well. Some short lived maybe far to short. Awesome poem, earned you another follower and than some.

Nice poem, keep it up :)