My death

My death

A Poem by Flower

I'm so close; my death I do await,
I've got a few days of sadness left,
For nobody cares; this is my fate,
For hope of happiness, I am bereft.
There's nothing left for me anymore,
My life is full of failures and errs,
The want to stay alive is a chore,
And my death is what others prefer.
Very soon, my life will be over,
There won't be more pain or misery,
It's akin to a dying clover,
To others, my life's a mystery.

© 2018 Flower


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Added on May 10, 2018
Last Updated on May 11, 2018

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Flower
Flower

United Kingdom



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