Elegy For Flowers: Poetry From a Wilted Garden

This is not a garden.
It is a graveyard.

Elegy For Flowers is a descent—a slow, deliberate walk through the ruins of memory, love, and time. These poems do not seek light. They linger in the rot, in the silence after the last breath, in the soil where names are forgotten.

Here, Grief is not a wound but a companion
Death is not an ending, but a presence that hums beneath every line.
Though Time brings healing, beauty is only what we’ve embalmed.

This is poetry for the ones who stay behind.
For the ones who remember.
For the flowers that want to bloom again but don’t know how.