End

A petrified morning,
A dehydrated bud,
A strangulated smile,
A skeleton of a tree,
A pile of ashes,
A fake flower,
A shadow of the Sun,
A dry cloud,
A whimpering hope,
A knotted mind,
A frozen heart,
An embalmed wound,
A rancid wish,
And oblivion.

This poem was first published in The Literary Hatchet Issue 21 (page 59)