Worthless is a withered rose
The loss of life and value
No longer in the mind of others
Once loved yet forgotten
Wrinkled, stubborn petals, once was soft and alive with memories, floated helplessly on the soil
Yet there will be always be a seed where it will support you and your burden
The rain falls and enriches the petals of memories
Where the worthless withered rose now stands tall in beauty
Worthless is a withered rose
Yet it will eventually enrich in delicacy.
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Disturbed Thoughts
PoetryI am a human being like no other, yet with a pinch of imperfection, a teaspoon of guilt, and a ocean of salted tears. Often called worthless and cursed to be six feet under. Living in the island of the forgotten lost, I'll tell you my disturbed thou...