Wildflower

Faded rose color
Within the confines of a bed.
Realizing the imprisonment
of predictability.

Stem's leaves reaching towards the sun
And finding only a lamp,
leaving dissatisfaction
and restlessness.

Wilted by "Nature's" course;
Dead on the inside already.
Water is in abundance
but freedom is beyond grasp.

Faded Rose color
Paled by the truth
That is held against her skin.

Imprisoned in a bed
Without roots to return to.
Malnourished and diseased
With artificial reality.

Faded rose color;
Alive only to those with colored lenses.