Falling, she landed in the darkness
Her mind hazy and blank
Decaying foliage surrounding
Shadows covering her vision

Her petals were gone, fallen
She was bare, but free
Other blossoms laid on the forest floor
Similar to what she suffered

The seemingly hell-ish state she lived in became a haven
Surrounded by others who she could sympathize with
She grew comfortable with the new world around her
And buried herself in the soft dirt

From the ground she grew
Her...

The streets filled with shadows as the evening sun disappeared behind the horizon. Children ran in terror into their homes, doors were locked, curtains were drawn.  Muffled cries could be heard outside each of the wooden doors. Rumbles sounded in the distance, a low boom, shaking the earth.
The cosmic lights faded away in an unnatural cloud of smoke, sending the town into a darkness very dense. Every candle blown out, the flames not able to bear the intolerable freeze....

Shifting in the light breeze, a blossom bloomed
Her colorful leaves gently opened
Frightful but curious
Looking at the world around her she deemed it beautiful

Other blossoms bloomed around her
Many colors sizes and shapes
They laughed with joy amongst themselves
The blossom tried to join them in their joy
But soon she was outcasted

The young blossom grew with time
Her petals flourished but scars marked them
Noticing these blemishes, the others left her
There was no place in...

 When you are tired but you need to write. And everything you write has tons of grammatical mistakes but you don't want to edit it because it's such a long process. 
  Anybody else?
 (I'm going to regret writing this. T-T)