Death-Bidden Flowers

Meaningless days,
Invisible hours;
A somber sun
and death-bidden flowers.

The discomfort of pain,
locked from within.
Starting to discolor
this paling white skin.

Loneliness shares
no other feeling;
It gives the impression
of a heart dripping, bleeding.

The will of living,
no longer strong;
The enticement of heaven
is why I hold on.

The world so lively
and I've been shelved;
Wondering how others cope,
those like myself.

Doors close,
Keys lock;
Soul flies,
Heart stops.

Countless wishes remain,
infinite hopes still hover;
all because of a somber sun,
and some death-bidden flowers.