The darkness fills my heart inside.
I'm left to burn, char and die.
Why does this sorrow just come to me?
Why do I always pay the fee?
My heart just burns,
The smoke churns
And I'm just left to wither.
The shadows hunt,
Like I'm a runt.
Darkness fills a void.
Hell now screams,
Burnt all my dreams
Now I'm burnt and toyed.
Hell now slithers,
And I'm just left to Wither.
And just like that the rain was gone.
The puddles were the only thing that remained.
They reminded me of the rain.
How it fell so beautifully,
How it spoke so softly,
How it left without saying goodbye.
All that remains now are the puddles,
Until they too wither away in silence.
You are the late winter that
Ventures through my warm body.
You're a rose that one nestles down to
Take in, to appreciate.
O, But winter is long gone,
And the rose's thorn of a past love
Pricks at my heart
It was the month of March,
The late winter, when my world fell
Apart. Your face changed toward me.
You became summer.
In Florida, summers can be severe.
Your beating rays scalded my
Skin. Your recreant eyes found
My insecurities and unveiled them.
Your burning waves
Linger on. Why was I found by you
Only to be damaged? The
Beauty of your rose has withered away.
It's hard to exude the kind of confidence that makes people respect you.
I'm a grown woman, but I've yet to master it.
When I'm told no, when I'm told
"You can't do that," "Don't act like that," or "That's not okay," I can scream and argue in my head, but my body cowers.
And I'm no longer the woman I thought I was-
Strong and independent.
I'm a withered flower that may have once been blooming but is now reduced to nothing.
I was just like you
I rose with the rising sun
I brought a smile to all those who passed by me
Alan spoke about my colour
Brendon was amazed at my arrangement
Claire wanted to touch me
Dorothy wanted her perfume with the fragrance I carried
Emily wanted to take me with her
Francis wanted to give me to his lady love,
I thought I was the most important being on earth
I thought everyone loved me
I thought I brought a smile to people's face.
Am no longer loved,
Alan just walked by
Brendon bothered not
Claire cared not
Dorothy drove past
Emily ensured the same as did
Am nothing more than a withered rose
With my strewn petals in the pathway
And that's right
Step on or sweep away
All you people
Might one day end up just like me!!!
- A Withered Yellow Rose.