Nostalgia | ✔

Change

i close my eyes
to falling leaves
and withering flowers
to drowning sunsets
and dying beauty
to rusting metals
and corroding walls
to abandoned houses
and ruined cities
but does it stop
oh does it stop
the leaves from falling
the flowers from withering
the sun from drowning
or the beauty from dying?
and the metals from rusting
the walls from corroding
the houses from fading
or the cities from crying?
does it stop the change
that keeps tugging at
my old ragged sleeve
urging me to open my eyes
oh to open my eyes
and witness the death
of 'today' to be buried
in the grave of 'tomorrow'
to know that in my chest
burns a waxen candle
that will somehow melt
to nothing one day
to accept the idea
of you leaving me
like a dream of love
i never had

Author's Note

I have entered 'Nostalgia' in OneMillionProject awards. I'm not looking forward to win it because there are a lot more good poetry books out there. However, I hope to walk away from this event much wiser and stronger. Let's hope for the best. :')❤

How was this poem? *-*

Love,
Hazel ♡