Fleurs du Mal: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.

Fleurs du Mal: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.
By: Zach Brehany

I see her from a distance
every day
I hear her voice
like the song of a bird
I see her
but she does not see me
not really

Too me, she is everything
but she does not realize it
She sees me
but not in the same way
I feel jealousy
such an immature feeling
I look at her
and I feel both
delight and sorrow

Delight that she knows me
Sorrow for she fills me
with feelings of dishonor

Whenever I see her,
my heart stops
stops for joy
stops for sorrow
stops for pleasure
stops for pain

Joy
her attitude
her smile
her intellect
her presence

Sorrow
Trapped in an isolated world
can never be mine
does not see me as I see her
never loves me how I her

Pleasure
being with her
talking
walking
spending time with me
hearing me out
forgiving

Pain
knows me, but does not know me
hears, but does not understand
wants freedom, but it hurts her



she is my fluer du mal.
I want her forever.
The angel of my dreams
The demon of my nightmares



She gives me power
steals my love
stole my heart
I never want it back.