The flowers of my soul
once blooming
only wilt and thirst
for something to quench
their needs.
As petals fall
daily to the abyss,
the longing passes
as acceptance of dread
remains in their
final days.
The aroma of lavender,
rose, and lilac
no longer waft through
their chambers;
on occasion you may
catch a quick whiff
of dried potpourri,
but even that
fades quickly.
Nothing, but the soil
remains as a
reminder of what
once lived.
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Samy's Poetry
PoetryA little bit of poetry from this crazy mind of mine. Hope it helps you feel something. Maybe even think something. <3
