Wilting
Like A Flickering Flame,
Hope Is Slowly Being Snuffed Out
Into Nothing But Ashes.
Like A Flower That Has Aged Too Long,
Its Wilting,
Petals Falling To The Ground.
Like A Wound On Your Wrist.
Flowing Out In Crimson Waves
Until There Is Nothing Left.
Like The Sun Setting In The Evening,
Painting The Sky Red And Orange.
Until Finally Fading To Black.
Hope Dies,
Like Everything Else.
Even If You Try Your Hardest
To Bring It Back To Life.
You'll Always Fail.
Written On 11/6/15 By Makaila B.
