A Withered Flower

It’s crazy

How in the scope of one year

A person can change so much


He walked with humility and kindness

A kindness that I could not find in others

He never spoke without smiling

The beauty he exuded was unparalleled


But as all beautiful things,

He quickly collapsed

He became infatuated with people

That would raise his status and his ego


Pride turned my friend into a stranger

He became unrecognizable

Who was he anymore?

His soul became polluted, the soul I once adored

One by one his beautiful petals fell

As his love for himself increased

I still mourn the loss of him, plentiful tears I cried

For a withered flower cannot be revived


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