http://slow.writerscafe.org/writtenjoe The original writings of author writtenjoe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My petals they fall upon the ground.Weak and wilted without a sound.Unable to express the way I feel.I am a living thing,I am real. The cold it comes,it comes so fast.I know any day could be my last. The days go by and I stand and wait.I'm crooked, I'm dry,its to late.The s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writtenjoe/1445933/ Body ashes;cigarette burns.On a mantle; in a urn.Forgive him not for his sinBitter life in a rusted tinHold me close and help me to forgetPain he caused.All my regrets.I'll push him on the other side.Forget all.sorry I lied. Time stands still.Pop a pill.I can not move.I tur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writtenjoe/1445570/