Like A Wilted Flower Poem by Lody Heront

Like A Wilted Flower



That is the right metaphor to describe about me right now.

I've changed so much.

My world no longer have the sun.

Dark,
Dark,
...and Dark.

The beautiful life has been destroyed by the toxic

And now dragged me into the abyss of destruction.

Only one question: Can I Survive?

Sunday, September 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Lody Heront

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