Description: I picked a flower, and as it was dying I noticed this. And I related.
And as to the comment previously, suggesting to use a metaphore, The whole poem is a metaphore which I hoped to get across by the last line. It's true. So... if there's any suggestions having to do with that... it'll be greatly appreciated.
A flower's fragrance is at it's best while dying
As the petals wilt, the smell increases intensity
Perhaps it is it's last attempt to make itself known to the world
A last attempt to be loved by the world
The vivid scent floods the brain
Beautiful, though it's dying
A sweet death, colors fading
The sight darkens, but the fact permeates
It's truth is known as it passes
For my death to be the same...
Wow.. this is a good poem. It express the way most people who feel "invisible" acctually feel always trying to be noticed and things i like the way it flows. It also as diffrent levels of depth depending on who the reader is. It's the type of poem that some would call realistic.