deepundergroundpoetry.com

Wilting of the Nightshade

Would you pick a rose or a wilting nightshade?
Wilt, a sign that the flower is dying.
Limp, the depression of the flower world.
Soon the night will come where it will disappear...
Forever....
And, then, as is it lay dying, alone, lonely,
All the flowers will look out into the sun.
The light having vanished in the grass,
Darkness....
Wilting petals fall like counting numbers,
The last hour running thin,
With each falling petal to mark the decline.
Alone....
Lonely...
Written by MrE (C. R. Powers)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 1
comments 2 reads 799
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:58am by ajay
POETRY
Today 2:51am by ajay
POETRY
Today 1:04am by KittyFromHell
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:56pm by LunaGreyhawk
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:16pm by KittyFromHell
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 8:49pm by fianaturie8