Roses

Light upon the horizon.
Once beautiful white roses,
Unscathed and whole, are
Now blackened from disease.

Infection is spreading
Through and through,
As contagious as
The lie upon my lips.

Toxic thorns pierce,
Shredding worn skin.
Their crimson designs
Emblaze my mind's canvas.

Dew drips like fallen tears,
Unable to quench their thirst
As once rich soil becomes
A pit of infertile sand.

Sunset sinks into twilight.
Withered petals fall gently,
Passively giving in to death.
Couldn't adapt to rapid change.