Amidst the thorns
and bushes of weeds
Lies a Single rose
There on the ground.
Its stem broken
Its petals dead
With the wind that blows
The life out of this fallen rose.
Like a life merelythrown
Cast out to the side
Meaningless and unuseful
And left for dead.
Its leaves that were green
Now a pale shade of brown
Its thorns now dull
from time's harsh frown.
Its stem broken
Its petals dead
WIth a wind that blows
The life out of this
Fallen Rose
Chloe
A poem filled with sadness and hurt from deep within. Yes, all roses have to "die" sometime, but still their perfume lingers and the wind carries their petals to a new horizon...therefore it is not meaningless!
Kind regards
Nicolette