Unbridled Rose
The madness of the fog
Belittles the woman’s rose
She is standing in drizzle
Raging from sadness to insanity
It becomes known her loss
Leaving the lights in fear
Shadows play in darkness
Still the rain downpours
She stands in mockery
Wet, cold, and unbridled
Her solitary loneliness
Peaks by the fogged lamps
That radiate outside
Dotting the poor landscape
Of her dire escape
Russell Sivey
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