Withered

I'm one of them that bloomed

but not in the right place

I witness how superficial

to stay underneath

the soil of duskiness

no matter how I try

I'm one of the rest

who didn't receive

a single drop of rain

through the season

of endless suffering

as the time goes by

I'm starting to wilt

there's no dramatize

behind those petals

that are starting to fall.

I'm one of them that bloomed

and I'm the only one

who didn't sprout.