Wilted Flower

Bent,slumped,reaching close to the soil. Petal after petal falling ever so slowly,with each one having a saying." Will you love me? "
Am I not good enough?
Have I been foolish this whole time?
Will you or anyone see me,for me?
Am I forever ruined?
The roots are loosening up bit by bit
I'm starving from malnourishment
I'm dehydrated
No one visits
I'm no longer admired for my beauty
I've become a shadow of my former self
I don't know who I am
What am I now?
Petal drops
I'm wilting away
I try to feed & hydrate myself but it is all in vain
There's a cloud hovering above me,mocking me
No rainfalls,just a thick black cloud
I'm stuck in the hardened mud
If I  try to reach out,I'm met with nothing to hold on to.
More petals fall, I feel naked & ashamed
I'm afraid of my own reflection
I'm agonizing over this slow & painful death
There's one petal left now
What to do? Hold on to it or let  it be?
Wilted no longer
I'm on the soil face down,barely can  breathe in.

Wow brilliant and powerful piece! Very sad subject matter but brilliantly done. Love it!