Wilt

Like the end that is now near

Its beginning was never far

But there was really no beginning

There was nothing

Nothing to be hopeful for nor gripe

It is the same as it ever was

Nothing

Like the Autumn foliage that sprung out with the vibrant colors

It will also be gone as the distant winter approaches

To bid farewell and kiss you calmly with its cold breeze

Like it was never there

No hope but bitterness to its emptiness and cold

It has withered

The foliage

The beginning

The hope

Like it was never there

As it will never be