Dying World Poem

This is a poem I wrote in seventh grade. I'm having a lot of fun looking through old works of mine :)

Dying World

Today is a day for sadness,

Yet only the wise grieve.

People tend not to pay attention,

To the echoes of its screams.

How long will the weeping widows cry?

When will the disease of depression die?

Violence overcomes kindness,

As a cloud blocks out the sun.

As a curtain shades a window,

Such is evil when it’s done.

People wait for its destruction,

They put its funeral on hold.

And the flowers they keep ready,
For the slow death of this world.

This poem is one I had to write for a class. It was also my first poem that was not about an animal or object. I liked writing it because it was mysterious. You can't really tell what it is about until the end. I found out that I enjoy writing this way. I just kind of wrote this one without planning so no planning tips for now. Enjoy the poetry!