Wildflower

Someone's killed the wildflower.

Frustrated beyond the point of tears-
Someone’s killed the wildflower.
They took her dreams and
Crushed them, hour after hour.

They neglected her for years-
Not noticing her tears.
Forgotten in the summer rains,
Left alone to face her fears.

They only noticed the wildflower
When she was the most beautiful-
When it wasn’t convenient,
But still didn’t care, on the whole.

And now the wildflower is dead-
Neglected by the last summer’s rain.
Or maybe she’s just sleeping,
Dreaming of forgotten pain.