Wilted
I feel so alone
there is darkness all around
demons stalk me from all sides
my heart is breaking,
Shattering
I am unrecognizable
all the pretty flowers have
Wilted,
leaving behind the stench of
Death
I am holding onto your light
Oh Lord
it is the only thing
keeping me from wilting
just like all the pretty flowers.
This poem is about:
Me
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