WL Schuett

Faded Flower

faded slate floor 

a cold fireplace .

a very small window 

overlooking a desolate avenue .

living in a hovel 

where the walls were bare .

 

sometimes it\'s sad what 

closes the doors 

and that never allows them 

to reopen .

 

left amid feelings of 

long abandonment. 

There was no path of truth 

to amble on , 

just this path that leads 

to the wooded waters edge , renewed . 

 

She slid lid silently into 

the water . 

The ripples spread out 

and shivered in the 

moonlight 

and then faded away . 

 

A lovely flower 

that that fell into the water 

a long time ago . 

She floated away 

upside down 

and nobody was ever 

there to care ...