Wilted rose, once so lively.
Full of life as you stood, thriving.
Your beauty has faded, your petals have fallen.
The grace you once possessed has long been forgotten.
Roots that ran deep now coil in thirst,
But it was the soil beneath that dried up first.
Your sickly visage is a sign to us all.
Proof that one day, we too must fall.
But until that day comes around,
(Yes the day, that we're put in the ground)
We are but the wilted rose
Bloomed to thrive
But destined to decompose.
By: Zachary Cabello
(Zackattackrules)
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A Walk Inside My Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written. These have come to me in random moments of life and have taken up a life and meaning of their own. Enjoy.
