Abandoned Flowers
Abandoned flowers placed against the wall,
stems bent and twisted, limp and on display.
In long, straight row they line the gloomy hall;
these wilted gems now spent, no role to play.
Some showing with their blossoms barely raised
and others hang on weakened stems so low.
In varied ways, their languishing is phased;
decaying flowers lined up in a row.
Abandoned flowers there against the wall,
their colors dull and dry like winter grass.
What once stood straight now lies in wilted sprawl;
they stab the heart of visitors who pass.
Abandoned with no sunshine in their skies...
in worn wheeled chairs, awaiting their demise.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premier Contest: Poem Ending With A 'Chilling Twist'
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Judged: 09/11/2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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