Withering Wallflower

Atop a shelf she rests within a vase,
Beneath the darkness lies the lonesome plant,
Untouched by sunlight in her mourning place,
Despite its warming efforts to enchant.

Her stem once strong no longer stands up tall -
The evergreen turned brown shows death is near,
She weeps and wilts until she’ll surely fall,
Though knowing this, her fate, she does not fear.

Fatigue and sadness plagued her body’s roots-
A parasitic misery took control,
No sunshine could revive her flower’s fruits,
No water would repair her wilting soul.

Her only hope is that the shelf might break,
At least to put an end to her heartache.