Wilting Flowers

Wilting Flowers What in life is commonly shared? But to scream out in frustration together! From this chair, I watch the flowers droop, As useful purpose is cruelly removed; While my freshness disappears, Abhorrently, in sustained tears. I scarcely question depression’s invasion And try half-heartedly contemplating escapism. It’s the complexity of organismal cannibalism Feeding on each other to thrive in this environment, That bends my conscience, revealing nature’s intent, Of a point desperately sought, “called meaning”. To be disappointed when it is discovered, The answer lies in a vase of wilting flowers.