In an Empty Room

October 1, 2012
By Anonymous

In an empty room
The flower is whole and glad,
Portraying what is true and right
It lives on forever,
Cutting the emptiness with its light

In an empty room
The flower begins to wilt
Isolation freezing its veins,
A slow and torturous death
The petals gradually fade;

In an empty room
The flower falls to the floor
Its color, a dramatic brown
In its solitude, it drowns
A river of lost hope, where unfulfilled dreams lie,
In this empty room,
Is where my flower dies.

The author's comments:
Sorry it's so depressing, was written during a very crucial time in my life.

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