Jess N/A Poet I do not know?

Ironic Recognition

She watched the morning sun rise
And drift above the set
Watched the auburn rays
Cut through her woven net.

Felt her limbs fall loose
As she fell ashen to the ground
Her puppet-strings lay broken
A caustic, empty sound.

And although she had her freedom
She had not the will
For that had long been broken
As she’d watched her time stand still.

Those that passed her could have stopped
To help her stand, or lean
But no-one saw priority
In breaking worn routine.

She was just a flower
One plastered to the wall
The kind you take for granted
Never standing tall.

It was not until the moment
On the ‘morrows fateful dawn
That she was finally noticed
In the irony she was gone.

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