Wilted Rose
Like a dying rose,
I've wilted too long.
My petals have fallen
to the earth;
I just can't go on.
The blue skies bypass
me, I'm drowning in rain.
Through my thorns still
sharp enough to cause you
pain.
My roots still connected
but I'm covered with weeds.
Ugly and alone in a place
too dark for the sun to see.
© JB 2008
by Jennifer Brooks
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