Fallen Petal

  
withered now
this petal was  
once so soft  
brush strokes  
gently fade away  
drift into  
the background  
of a painting  
hanging crooked  
on a wall in an old  
abandoned hall  
the lady in  
the photograph  
tells us all  
her secrets  
woven in words  
across canvas and  
through time  
fleeing her mind  
truths written  
now spilt  
upon divine  
tapestries strewn  
with illiterate ink
not understanding  
the consequences    
of her actions  
and his reactions  
dancing together  
deviating from  
noble intentions  
swept up and  
lost in a whirlwind  
of smoke and mirror  
   
illusions  
soft delusions  
i’ve bloomed here  
more than once before  
   
   
🥀