This isn’t really a poem. It’s a mere thought of abandonment.
Roses lose their charm,
Fading away into the night as autumn approaches.
I look into the vast fields,
Waiting for night to come.
The darkness of midnight courses through me and
I am enraged.
You fill me up with anger and
I am left with pain.
I step aside for you to pass through
But you never come.
You make me wait for you
Like I’m a stupid bum.
The cold of the season
Makes me hate you even more.
I wait… I wait…
And you never come.
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