a wilting buttercup

curled up

there's no need to cry anymore

you've ran out of tears

much like you ran out of will

an empty water cup

it's been long since you've left your bed 

to fill it

or do anything else, after all

there's been a markup

on your energy, you can't afford the price

you don't need it anyway

what is it even worth

a wilting buttercup

you feel grief for it, even if it's your fault 

it's gone

like how you wish to be

Author's Note

Pardon the nonsense

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't see this as nonsense...it makes more sense than you realize.
It reminds me of my dad during his last years and how at times he lost the will to do anything, much less take care of himself. He became so unlike himself.
Very sad to watch him deteriorate.
j.

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

Thanks for your kind review, j. . I'm sorry you've had to witness this in someone close.