The water seemingly withheld 

Shadows blocking out the sun

She screams “I’m withering away!”

Desperately reaching out to no one 

He loves her, he loves her not 

She’s pulling out her own petals 

Starved – In pain – on empty

The dry Earth around her settles 

Her roots deep within the soil

She used to grow within the light 

Neglected gardens brought her here

Fatigued and damaged over night 

Beg for support to just keep standing

Everything around her feels so dead

Here’s the wind; she’s frail and struggling

Alone, the only flower in her bed