Wilted

I feel so alone

there is darkness all around 

demons stalk me from all sides

my heart is breaking,

Shattering

I am unrecognizable

all the pretty flowers have 

Wilted,

leaving behind the stench of

Death

I am holding onto  your light

Oh Lord

it is the only thing

keeping me from wilting

just like all the pretty flowers.

This poem is about: 
Me
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