Petals of a flower sway through the abyss
Through this empty cold land
Where the sun seems so far,
At times hidden by clouds
There’s no sunshine, no warmth
No matter the time
No matter the date
This world is cold.
Cold and alone
Nothing happens,
The world is still.
Except for the petals
That fall off my head
Run with the wind
Like there are parts of me, trying to escape
Those parts die off
Those parts fade away
Doesn’t matter much,
I’m rotting anyway.
This poem is about being in a miserable place and longing to get out of it.... You're slowly dying from this lonely painful time so occasionally you try to fight to get out of it but it never works. Leaving you feeling hopeless. (I've been feeling like this way too much lately--)
