Dying Flower

Dying petals lying on the windowsill, blown there by the whispering wind,
Lost, Forgotten, Betrayed, Left to crumble into dust.

The whispering wind, poking prodding the dying petals,
come! come! play with me, dance with me, fly with me,

Petals stirring on the windowsill, ebbing, leaking energy,
life force diminishing. Yearning, towards the promise,
Particles of misty dreams remembered
dancing,
laughing,
playing,
with the whispering wind.

Memories remembered swirling twirling, lifting higher, higher
flying into the sun, driven by the whispering wind, kiss the petals.
Cruel heat of the burning sun, singed, betrayed, lost, falling to land here on the windowsill.

Dry petals, softly rustle, wistful hope,
Whispering wind prods one last time, no life here, disdainfully,
blows the petals off the windowsill, thoughtless, unfeeling, uncaring,
returns to the garden of fragrant living flowers.

No thought for those that were,
No thought for those that will be,
Rift of conscious
Rift of love,
Rift of compassion,
Knowing only pleasure,
Whirlwind blowing, laughing
teasing, carelessly striping the flowers
of their petals,
Thoughtless of the devastation left in it's wake
barren,
empty,
wasteland,
vanquished.

Destroyer, liar, betrayer, emptiness is your reward, whisper though you may,
none will hear you,
none will see you,
none will listen,
none will care,
Alone
Alone
Alone
So it will be,

Futures gained, futures lost, come claim your just reward, for you have earned this,
Live
and be
Alone
Alone
Alone
Your destiny is written
by your acts and deeds
So be it from this day forward,
Alone,
No one to hear you,
No one to see you,
No one to care,
As it is written so it shall be.