Petals
fall to the ground
Forgotten
and regarded as rubbish
Wilting
dying without a source of
Life
is over for them
Death
is all that is ahead,
Sweeping
away their shriveled
Corpses
litter the concrete
Appreciation
of their fragile
Beauty
is gone now that they
Are
dying and drying
Goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Dark Days
Poesíapretty much just emo poems i write to keep myself from hurting other people or myself
