Withered and Shriveled

The need is clear,
I stay calm.
Your end was not year near.

All you required,
was at my disposal but
I am not correctly wired.

Rich with nurture,
I tend poorly.
A deserting preserver.

Pleasing you,
is a breeze I
will not do.

Giving you life,
I will admit,
I had my vice.

Now, my whole is distracted
neglective and
unimpacted.

Seeing you so yellow,
with a tilt,
I chose to watch you wilt.

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