FULL.... written by: Maryah Langston

Wilting

My spirit is draining from lack of nourishment,
To much water and not enough soil to hold my roots,
I can't stop the steady downpour.

My beautiful petals paling and losing their luminosity, the once proud smell of nectar that seeped out of me.
My evergreen leaves are now browning.

Soil erosion
The kiss of a watery death is upon me.
I am slowly wilting.
Waiting to be replenished.
Will I ever stand proud as I once had?