This is my first fan poem. I wrote it for extra credit on a book report last year. I'm not very satisfied with it, but I'm just not sure how to improve it. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flowers in the Attic.
Forgotten Flowers
In childhood's darkest hours,
We were withering flowers.
Paper flowers born so bright,
Starting to wilt without light.
Prisoners of hope and captives of greed,
Anxiously awaiting to be freed.
Days stretch into months, and months into years,
Until all we have left are mournful tears.
Father your departure was timed ill,
Without you, we were left for evil.
Beautiful mother, so tender and sweet,
Once you betrayed us, we were incomplete.
Sister of mine, your song has come to a halt,
Damaged beyond repair, and not our fault.
Dearest little brother, you are gone,
I wish I could follow you into the dawn.
Older brother, I must lean on you,
For now, our love is all that is true.
Well, there it is in all its lack-luster glory.
