A Dying Rose

A Dying Rose

Her petals are dying, decaying before her eyes
The snow has fallen in which her body lies
Her stem lays cold, frozen by the atmosphere
Struggling to face reality of what her soul may appear
Her red tips suddenly fade to black,
Her leaves crumple like lips when cracked.
She is only wilting while struggling for life
There is no more blooming only pruning knives.
Her thorns keep growing while neglecting her beauty
The water she once drank has neglected its duty.
The other roses may be in a vase sitting on a table somewhere,
However she is the one alone, outside without the care.
She sees her self leaving life behind as one last petal falls.
She now only feels herself drifting as the wind makes her crawl.

Written By: Elyse Foltz