A wallowing Orchid
Gently discarded
Fallen though
Its spine protected.

Once sacred, now
A mere aggravation
Shunned as a black
Spider. Realization.

A Daffodil’s grace
Soft as an Iris
Replaced unasked: long
Stemmed rose and kiss.

Tender stance
Sheared deeply
Empty words, empty caress
Wasted if not veritably.

Once, its purity lighted
A sea of despair
Bringing delight
Everywhere.

Eyes downcast
Sick and weary
Of user and uses
Withdraws steadily.