Like a Flower Without Petals

Left lonely and fragile Like a flower without petals Once I thought that it was hopeless, And now, I feel buried, in dust Among the vultures, Eating away, at my bones Left alone and fragile, Is what you have made me, Gray is the color, I see In you, a lost soul Tortured by the past, Pulling me toward the darkness A life, too familiar, Years have passed, The flowers have grown As high as the wall Built just for me Surrounding my grave Where once I walked, Now, I lay quietly, awaiting Life’s darkest hours, No light has shed During those past years, Nothing to brighten my days, And no rain to wash away The pain, only thorns, Pulling at my skin As it bleeds, watching The cover to descend Upon my body, a coffin To end my misery.