Crushed

The last petal, falls from the flower,

No one hears it, as it floats to the ground,

No one notices, when they crush the crisp petal,

Grinding its old beauty to dust




That petal was the last part of me,

Now it crushed, like all the rest,

I could not stay alive, like all the others

Instead I withered away and died




I was forgotten, for I was the smallest flower,

I was the flower hidden by the others,

I was the flower kept inside myself,

Never ready to blossom to my full height




Now I'm just a stem,

With no gorgeous petals,

All the other flowers laugh

Making me retreat farther,

Farther within myself