Chancing a glance behind at loved ones
Feeling as desolate as the last leaf on a tree
in the coldest winter before it billows
slowly to the ground

^ There was a contest in my club going on, and I was inspired to write a poem because I read this stanza in specific.

I think there was a lot of hope in the 1st round for a better ending, but this was one of those pieces that weren't sure of a pink sky in the end.

"destiny is uncertain and tomorrow may not come"

This is what I mean.
Honestly, this wasn't your best piece in the game, but still, I liked it much!