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A/N : I was 15 and really depressed... but I tried to omit as much negative-ness as I could from this poem. And there are probably a dozen underlying meanings to these lines. And... well... I hope you still like it.
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The orchids were dead,
Hoping for a better afterlife,
A better life than the present.
But they were idiots
They don't know what's life
They don't know life's downs.
But I kept struggling.
To live and grow,
To feel and not let go,
And to not be like them.
But, with their death,
I felt I was slowly fading out.
Fading away from everything,
Even my own being.
And slowly, unnoticed
The blue sky turned itself dull
Just like a mourning face,
A face lost in emptiness.
Probably a replica of mine.
And that candle,
A few seconds ago,
Which was flickering devilishly,
Consuming the air away...
Vanished too
Without any hint of goodbye.
Oh God! How could they?
Everything, living or non living
Become weak and hopeless.
Can't they look at me?
Learn a thing or two?
Maybe I was invisible, as always.
I tried and kept trying . . .
Struggling silently for freedom,
Struggling bravely for life,
Struggling to hang on. . .
For as long as I could,
Unlike them.
Maybe they wanted me to see.
See them show me something .
Something for me to know.
Know and get myself ready.
Ready to face what's coming.
And I choose to finally see.
Finally accept.
As the fierce fire burned away the dark woods,
My mind dissolved into blinding darkness.
I whispered -
"Are You there?"
And then I fell into something unfeeling,
And I felt too weak to open my mouth,
Or my eyes...
And the mysterious Universe kissed me farewell,
As I breathed for one last time.
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