Poem: Wilted Flower

I am a wilted flower;
I have abandoned my hungry body;
I have closed my broken wings
And without an effort I have fallen.

The fall has hurt my exhausted body,
Tired of hunger and tired of love.
I have turned off the light of my eyes;
I have taken my smile and thrown it to the ravens.

In a hole, I have curled myself up;
A small trembling thing.
I don’t want to ever get up,
Not that I like my position,

But that I fear all of life.

This poem was written on November 8th, 2007. It originally had no title. It was translated from French.

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