I see myself withering 

by time

like wilted petals 

collapsing to despair 

concealing loud screams

the tint fading

Indeed, I am a flower, 



By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


  1. Wow Shreya! I don’t know what to say. These lines just touched me. It’s like every word is so perfectly put in it’s place, that makes these lines even more striking and beauuutiful! 💞

    Your words perfectly expressed the dark emotion of hopelessness and pain. Love this. And I hope it’s fiction. 😄

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