I am Dying inside.
Everyday,
I Wither away.
only three meaningless
dull
lifeless
black
petals remain on my stem.
I fear that no one can
save me.
I don't want to
Dwindle and Die.

The wretched feeling is eating my spirit.
It grips tight,
squeezing out the life.
Slowly, I
Dwindle and Die.

Take this hurt.
Take this pain.
Take these burning tears.
Take the sorrow.
Steal these fears.
Take the insecurities.
Bottle them up tight.
Throw them to the mighty waves,
never to return
allow me not to
Dwindle and Die.

Take all my possessions.
Take all that I own
For I am unhappy.
I can mask sadness
with frippery yet, I
Dwindle and Die.

Let my last petal fall
carrying me away,
up into the wind.
unable to be saved.
By now, I have already
Dwindled and Died.
 
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