The Flower

This flower's petals are beginning to wilt
As life starts to wane
Beauty fading,
Choking
Suffocating in her bed overrun with weeds.
From a precious bud to a beautiful bloom
Its majestic radiance turns sickly
As the empty loneliness of dreams abandoned
Lend strength to the weeds' consuming hunger.
The flower's soft petals droop and fall,
She dies alone,
Unable to fight off the inevitable
Neglect champions her death,
Forgotten here in this place
Not even Mother Nature takes notice or mourns her passing.