The Orchids I Never Received

The feeling of being solitary was feeding on me slowly like a disease it captured my heart and weakened my soul 

I didn’t want to be a lone soldier on the battlefield, I never signed up to be bruised or beaten but that is how I feel inside 

Alone 

The outside is cold with nobody to call home so I should just build myself a house or bridge for things that aren’t filled with life to stay longer than people 

I sit quietly unnoticed not questioned I am a silent ghost lingering with the shadows in the dark corners 

I sit and listen hoping to be heard but no one bothers to ask how I have been sitting with a broken smile they believe the lie which is I am fine 

All I really want is to speak but I have always been the listener in everyone’s story my lips do not spill the treasure of my thoughts for no one sees the beauty in where they have to dig the find the gold no one stays they leave leaving a shovel and rose 

I am left with a grave with simple apologies of regret, filled with flowers only if they knew my favourite flowers were orchids which bloomed brightly in the silence of the night.