The Last Petal

Why? Am I not human?

Tear drop,
Tear drop.
Tumble down and
never stop.
What did I do
and what did I say,
to deserve to
have it this way?
Scared mutterings
and intelligible words
flutter from my mouth
like a flock of frightened birds.
Was it worth a fear,
was it worth a lie?
Now I say, "yes", because
inside I begin to die.
The last petal drops
from the frozen flower.
These things that happened
were never in my power.
Sleepless nights
and endless days
wax reality over
with a pointless glaze.
How can I live on
and know you're not there?
Who yet can hear
my silent prayer?
What is wrong
with a little love?
Why would that cause something
you're not proud of?
Why can't I make
just one decision?
Why can't it become reality,
not something I envision?

 

Author's Note

Poem is almost 4 years old. Not going to change it. Just want an honest opinion.