The Rose
The Rose stands all alone,
In a glass jug,
Separated from its brethren,
Surviving on its own.
The Rose was now wilting,
Tilting with no support,
Losing its once held glamor,
Diminishing its demeanor.
One by one a petal falls,
Falling till there's no more,
As if weeping away its sorrows,
Till it is no more.
No nice words are said,
About the ugly little Rose,
For a new one came along,
With a glamor that outshines the old.
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The Rose - Poetry
PoetryAn extended metaphor. This Rose can symbolize love, life, people, and whatever your imagination leads you to believe. It is my entry to The Attys. Please check it out and tell me what you think! :D
