When you wake up to find yourself,
Amidst the thorns and wilted flowers,
Looking at your bleeding hands,
your mind cowers,
Feeling a terror that your aching soul,
will never overpower.
And among the endless rotting petals,
You try to find a single bloom,
Watching your fear leading you
to your doom,
A place of no return,
a future filled with gloom.
Unable to control your sinking heart,
All you see is death and despair,
Your battered soul unable to find
the tiniest hope anywhere,
You know then, you have woken up
into your worst nightmare.
The flowers you had planted over the years,
All are dead, lying on the ground at your feet,
Murdered by the negativity,
your expectations life couldn't meet,
Yet, you still long to fulfill the dreams
that is good and sweet.
Wilted flowers everywhere, thorns that sting your soul,
The terror, the fear, the feelings you were holding on to,
Where to go from there,
you have no clue,
Tears streaming down your face,
obscuring your view.
YOU ARE READING
Not Loveless
PoetryIt is a collection of poems that will make you laugh or cry out in despair. Sometimes, both at once. They will light up your soul and make you feel alive. That's not all of it though, there is a lot more that you might find between these lines...
