Bent Crooked Rose

The wilting rose never
Knew the smile of a Love,
Never knew the yearnings of
Another.

The Rose, back bent crooked,
Could not move, could not breath
The sun, did not reach.

She could but look, at
The budding new. Freeing of
Life, to learn
Another.

Night day rain cloud.
The wilting Rose, could
Only watch. Watch the new.

Watch the new, destroy
The lives
Of the Love they wished
So much.

The wilting Rose, bent crooked,
Could only smile at the
Young.
The young who haunted.

The young who
Destroyed.
Thrived. Lived...
Another.