A Wilted Orchid

Once a unique, fiery flower

now a quiet breed
Once open, now shut tight
Petals frayed and discolored
Once upright, now wilted
All the dew dried up
Once bright and gleaming
Now dull and faded
Her posture falters

Once confident, now shamed
Her self worth non-existent
Once beautiful, now dusty
Her elegance hidden
Once hopeful, now in despair
Her heart aches and cries
Once alive, Now deceased
She's as numb as a rock

Once a dreamer, now a pessimist
Her imagination gone in the wind
Once an intellectual, now a vacant mind
Her brain is malnourished
Once curious like a child, now indifferent
Nothing is interesting

Once creative to a tee, now is black and white

Her canvas is blank
Once a sharp wit, now can't find any words
An ex-sesquipedalian
Once precocious now sluggish
The fire has faded away


She reaps her sorrows silently