Wall Made Of Flowers

A wall made of flowers,
I can see them from far away.
I could stare at it for hours,
But what about my day?

What I see could be a beautiful illusion,
A hallucination caused by my need to feel.
Perhaps I am in need of a blood transfusion,
One that actually helps me break my own seal.

The longer I stare at the wall,
The longer I hear their whispers: “It is us against them all.”
Could those soft whispers from the flowers be a side effect from the crawl?
Could I be experiencing my own mental fall?

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