Wilted

by Bronze Flowers   Feb 13, 2007


The flowers
are wilted
I can't find safety
No shelter is strong
The pain is deafening
Screaming into darkness
For I fear the silence

The ground beneath
Is a river of red
Just like
The wilted rose
once was

Souless pain
Storm without shelter
Wilting silence
Unending

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