Withered
Slowly it turns so dull
beautiful in other ways
unvibrant and of significance
a mark of endings
a point of no return,
Facing the pressuring wind
bring tears within a blink
as tormenting as it can be
the petals and leave shall free.
The abnormalties to live
without those whom you watch leave
the losing strength
and the fading friends
so unreal, so afraid
no more will to create
wither and disintegrate to wait
the clocks spins around
unforgivingly seeping energy
weak and feeble came and found
to the last few attempts to jest
smiling when leaves hadn't left
cold and bitter wind mocking
snaps to the present of withering
yellows away in sorrow
knowing theres no more tomorrow...
For it'll wither and withered
