Withered Away

Sitting by the window
Looking out at the sky
It watches the people
And the cars passing by.

It is constrained in a jar
Forsaken and left behind
With its life getting low
There is no more purity to find.

It is wilting away
To brittle pieces of fate
Dissolving into dust
It does not need a reason to hate.

Withered and dying
Its love has faded
Like a dusty dead rose
Its beauty is now jaded.