Sad Poem

A poem about the finality of death.

Death under the stars
Happens every day
To everyone
Eventually

Doom Doom Doom
A doom flower blooms
Under a waste basket
Full of sadness and bitterness
Where humans throw away
Their kindness for spite
And their empathy for jealousy

I want so desperately
To know the meaning of it all
So does everyone else
Eventually everyone dies
Just to figure out
The meaning of it all

Until I figure it out
I will spend my time
Being frightened of other humans
And feeling as out of place
As a tulip in a field of dandelions