Treasure Island

Dead Inside


The last petal


The once bright young flower
Now dull and blackened
For never shown' sight of light
Has dropped its last petal
Into the darkened hole it calls life

Once loved and cherished was this flower
Now lonely, avoided, and lost
No hope of ever going back to its bright days
Only because it realized to late
It was living in a deadly haze

As the fog now lifts
The flower lies in the soil
The place it once called home
Now cold and welcoming
A brand new tombstone

This once bright young flower
Now dull and blackened
Only because it was never shown' the light
Has dropped its last petal
Into the darkened hole it called life.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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