My Dystopia

the flowers have wilted,

power all drained.

the skies have grayed,

sun's rays have flitted.

the equilibrium has tilted,

all the wonderful edges frayed.

yet my smile has to have stayed,

leaving me sad,

omitted,

afflicted.

Reviews

[Catherine]

hmm... it seems as if there might be a rhyme scheme, but its all helter skelter...