A world of darkness
Is where I reside
Filled with gloom and despair
That takes over my life
Black, dead-looking trees
Are visible in the pale moonlight
They groan and creak
As they sway in the cold, unforgiving
Breeze
Brown grass grows
That feels like sticks and needles
Stabbing and scratching me as I walk on it
Making blood run down my ankles
Blue raindrops fall from the Sky
As she mourns the death
Of her once beautiful land
Endlessly she cries
A colorless moonflower
Looks shriveled and dead
The Sky’s depressing tears
Are the only way it is fed
But low and behold
In that corner
Lies a little flower
A bright yellow flower
Swaying in the breeze
Immune to the darkness, gloom, and despair
That this world so easily
Keeps in possession
This little flower
It shall be mine
My ray of hope
With small green vines
And soft, lush leaves
My little piece of sunshine
My little flower has no thorns
No protection from the rest of the world
I shall protect it with my life
For it is the only reason
I wish to remain alive
If it was gone
I would want to die
For why should I live
If my world has no light?
For me, not always being happy
Is alright
I do not mind darkness, gloom, or despair
As long as there is at least
A small piece of light
My little flower
Will suffice
My little flower
My piece of sunshine
No one else shall see
For it shall be only
Mine.