Lost Rose
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We start as seeds in a flower bed
Ready to flourish.
Our excitement to be red
And seen. Not grow out of currish.
The sun embraces our growth.
Not noticing our thorns
And willing to give us clothe
But never showing us where we were born.
By now we long to bloom,
Into what we’ve heard is resplendent.
Nescience of our doom.
And now, my dream is transcendent.
Aphids of the world gnaw at me
Secreting skepticism while,
My petals quake to flee.
I can’t, I’m not made of guile.
Hence, why I remain
Always in the same maw.
Waiting for time to reign
But the common withdrawal.
Quickly I wilt.
Masses don’t fertilize.
My last petal receives a jilt
And then roses realize.
By Cameo Miller