Withering Away Poem by Jennifer Rose
Withering Away
I am the withering flower you see in the field.
Surreounded by all the beautiful ones.
Yet i am the one that suffers for them all.
My roots bleed, and no one can see.
Since they are far beneath me.
Can no one try and see how unwatered I am?
The browned petals. The crooked stem.
The falling leaves. My heart among them.
Each one finally hits the ground.
And my life force fades away.
Sucking me dry.
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