The Stand-Alone Flower

Such a pretty arrangement
Of soft, velvet petals
A sweet and pleasant smell radiating

The only thing
About this pretty flower
Is that it was always by itself.

It lived within a never-ending cell
Of isolation and loneliness.

Was there a point in staying
If there was no one to observe such a delicate blossom ?

It was almost as if this flower
Was in its own bubble.
Isolated from the world.
Not even the clouds
Paid any sort of attention
To me.
Even the ground below
Seemed to neglect my existence
Even though
It was made to be a part of me.

I have never felt so alone.

There was no one
To watch me in the wind
As I sway
There was no one
To observe my beauty
My elegance

There was no one;
So I just withered away