Here's a frankly pretty poor attempt at poetry (or something resembling poetry) that i wrote a year or two ago

The last petal clings to the flower
to let go is to give up,
to hold on seems impossible

That fragile last stand of faith
so little force is needed to crush it
to strip the petal from its home
and snuff out the last facade of hope

It would seem the cruelest act
but that fight for survival
so desperate and painful
can hurt so much
that maybe that cruel act
is actually the kindest thing

for it is true
that hope can hurt a thousand times more than despair