Bernay Block Poet ABC

Withering Flowers

Flowers wither and loose their 
hue
As I wander in vain I realize I 
have nothing
The gray clouds above me 
release a heavy downpour on 
my soul 
Drowning me in my sadness
Could this be so
That I shall never be free from 
my agonizing pain 
It shall haunt me forever 
This everlasting sorrow
As I stare into the Mirror 
It reflects my true soul which is 
already dead 
And longs to be forgotten
Just like the dying flowers

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Poet Destroyer A April 2, 2016 at 12:17 AM Bernay Block, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry XOX ~LINDA~

Casarah Nance April 21, 2014 at 8:26 PM i just want to give you a hug. you spoke of sadness so strongly i could feel it in my bones. at least we can be hopeful that new flowers grow