A Flower Lost

• Michael Goldman, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

As the flower wilts before my eyes,
The bliss within me slowly dies.
A bitter angst, insatiable longing arise
Whilst all other feeling begins to subside
Into numbness.

My vibrant bloom, my joyous hope
Languishes, shrivels, passes on. I choke
On swelling tears of fear and loss that float
Through the warzone of my torn up throat
With emptiness.

My former flower, my sometime flame
You recede into memory... Am I to blame?
Choked amongst thorns, now lost in time
Just a fading ideal… forsaken, never mine
Like before

For your bursting blossom – our prime – has past.