disillusion

a field full of flowers
i chose the loveliest one
or did the flower choose me?

once plucked from soil
roots exposed
picked, then planted gently

watered, fed
nurtured in sunlight
growing healthily

safe from storms
or so i thought
drowning suddenly

triggered into withering
color fades to grey
overcome, now losing memory

i tried my best
shadows cast
my garden now diseased