Agony
November 14, 2023 at 9:07 AM
In the garden where whispers carry secrets untold,
Flowers, withered, in sorrow's grasp they hold.
A shadow of days gone by, draped in dusk's cloak,
The agony of time, a powerless sorrow spoke.
Melancholy stars fade in celestial weep,
Like tears of a soul lost in the eternal sweep.
Roses mourn the departing light's embrace,
The heart of nature screams in silent grace.
The moon, abandoned like a wind-tossed hand,
Embraces the night in solitary command.
Through tree branches, the wind sighs its lament,
The agony of time, a fleeting moment spent.
Through the misty shroud of forgotten dreams,
The sun sinks in the ocean of oblivion, it seems.
Branches, like weary arms, cradle the final hour,
Holding onto the last moment, fading in the bower.
Agony, like autumn, crept into the heart's core,
Leaves depart, and days melt, a candle no more.
In this garden of time, a mournful play unfolds,
Where echoes of sorrow in every petal are told.
