L** ilies start to wither, worn by the hope
O f waiting for rain, droplets full and cool
N ever to touch the dying petal, with its fading color
G one with its last ounce of life, all tangled up
I n the dream of sustenance; it's soul ever optimistic,
N ever failing to reach, to cry up to the scorching sun, begging for what is
G one.
❀

L** iving like this is a nightmare; all ******* in you,

O ver the high and here comes the free fall, how

V ery loudly the wind chimes in my ears, while

E verything falls apart between my silent tears

music
ebbs and flows;
within my small frame
comes great power
inside my fragile body
emotion is overbearing
into my soul
the listener peers
ever so delicately

death is inevitable;
merely God's way
of letting his
children know
he is there.
♡

human
minds seem to think
only when the darkness
stifles the running, heaving world
with stars

sunlight
escaping the
gray, dismal curtain of
under which we hide, but the sun
reveals.