Wilting Flower

• Zoya Sajid, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

My flowers, you were a ray of light.
My bouquet of roses, as dark as night.
Your petals fall gracefully amongst the grass,
Fragile and delicate as glass

Unaware of your growing affliction, rather
Enchanted by your evergrowing beauty.
Hypnotised by your permanent stillness,
And imperiled by your pointed thorns.

Unaware of your little time,
I gave you all my sunshine.
My raindrops and my shade,
But your colour would still abrade.

Brown, no longer red.
Languished, no longer vibrant.
You left me to figure out on my own,
That these roses have perished in anguish.