Distorted Rose
distorted rose in yellow vase
how dare you chastise me
sure I wilted and lost my integrity
but look at you my withered beast
three d was the olden days my friend
we are mere shells of our vibrancy now
colors oozing out of us as we turn into boxes
distorted, disturbed, undistinguished skeletons
my melodic melodies are dead in the dreams of others
and you are smashed like a beetle
turning your kaleidoscopic self into another lost opportunity
do not speak of my demise my friend; we are both has beens.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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