A pure life

A pure life

A Poem by writtenjoe

My petals they fall upon the ground.
Weak and wilted without a sound.
Unable to express the way I feel.
I am a living thing,
I am real.

The cold it comes,
it comes so fast.
I know any day could be my last.
The days go by and I stand and wait.
I'm crooked, I'm dry,
its to late.

The sun goes out and the wind comes in.
I blow away and leave this world without sin..

© 2014 writtenjoe


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Added on November 23, 2014
Last Updated on November 23, 2014
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writtenjoe
writtenjoe

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I enjoy horror, sci-fi, dark poetry, and some fantasy. I support the indie world, but I do like the mainstream flip of things as well. I read, I write, I watch a lot of horror. more..

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