Wilt

blood drained from
hot tarry scabs
cauterized crusty cracks
upon the skin
broken in
false composure
painted over
a wrinkled face
lines erased
by ocean floods
of hidden tears
down the flumes
plucking plumes
unfeathered
doomed
and wilted
like petals in the sun
fading memories
of what once was done
now a shell of what was
left behind
a heart that once beat
now forever confined
to the emptiness
of a life unfulfilled