Silky petals, not so silky anymore.
Brown wrinkled edges, salty sores.
Tired leaves, dropping dripping water.
Tears pool in a puddle, sky reflecting,
behind a wilted, tired rose.

I like this one!

Beautifully-detailed description, concentrated and focused, creating one clear image.

I especially like this line:

"Tired leaves, dropping dripping water."

The "dropping dripping" is, to me, the best moment of the poem.

Very nice!

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

Oh,very nice!

Thank you very much!