Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

the death of my soul

i'm a single worthless dying flower in the blazing sunlight
slowly wilting
spirit crushing, until it is drained of all color
dies
and becomes the earth that people walk all over and take for granted
i cant do anything about the inevitable,
the death of my freedom
the death of my spirit





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback