Words of a Poet

Flowered

My heart like a flower
Wilting as its been picked
The petals falling off
Losing these petals
As my mind is lost
Crumbling into nothing
Like my soul has become

Once beautiful in a happy home
Smelling of sweetness
Blowing in the wind
Watered daily showered with rain
Healthy in a perfect world

The water has run dry
Beginning to die
Falling apart at the stem
Not feeling the love
In its garden
With its friends

Wilted
Petal less
There is nothing left,
But to crumble

by Matthew Henrickson