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Wilted Rose

Porcelain vase
cold and alone.
Once filled with
life's water
now runs dry.

Shriveled petals
black edges formed
breaking from neglect.
Weeping tears of blood
with every snap.

Once upon a time
she had been beautiful,
stood out from all the rest.
So they chose her,
picked her from the pack...

A symbol of love
now faded
like her luster.
External beauty
has escaped.

Nothing left
but jagged thorns.
A flower's corpse
left alone
to face her own demise.

There will be no mourning
when the last petal falls.
Little lost rose, on a shelf
As if no one really cared
at all.
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This sadness is showing through so well, I will still see the rose as it was when selected, Lovely write,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I am glad you still see her as beautiful as she represents so much more than just a flower. I am sure we have all reached a point in our lives where we look at ourselves in the mirror or look back at old pictures and see what we once were. We look at how our lives have changed whether it be for the better or worse, sometimes longing to get back what used to be so we can get a redo on what is to be...if that makes sense...

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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Always be grateful for what you see in the mirror.
It shows a truth we try to keep away from
Better to look in a perfect mirror,
This will only show reality
and that is the best thing to see.
It will show that the years
no matter what they have thrown at you.
Cannot change the real you, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

What you say is true, however, I feel as though somedays I have changed drastically. When I feel it is safe to let the real me out, something happens that drives her back inside. Reality really is the best thing to see, it is ashame so many dont feel that way....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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This poem carries a dark beauty, I really cant think of anything to crit I thoroughly enjoyed the read, I read it three times I enjoyed it that much smiles

love JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

I am glad you enjoyed it. It was written as a reflection, more or less. If you think about it, it holds true for relationships as well. I have many friends who are suffering broken hearts right now...it seems we are chosen for what they see on the outside, then over time, as we change, we are forgotten about. They move on but we still stand still, wilted.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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Perhaps the ones who move on have not the courage to face reality, but life catches up with everyone. Maybe the longer you wait to look, less subtle the reflection. Nice poem. Love Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Good point. The ones who forget about people (or flowers) get caught up with later in life...I like to think Karma has a hand in there somewhere and that for those left behind, something better awaits...thanks for the read and comment!

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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