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
Copyright © Bernay Block | Year Posted 2014
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