The Breaking Spirit
Bring to life
this image: a strong, once vibrant rose,
now wilting and distilled;
tainted with the curse of life and aging.
Nothing more than a failing heart.
Time has not been kind to this rose;
its petals are dark, nearly black,
and the stem that once held it sturdily is failing.
Nothing more than a tender soul.
The petals have fallen from this structure,
sinking slowly to the ground below and landing in silence;
tender flits ending blessed beauty.
Nothing more than a death appealing.
The scent that once befell the rose passed a long time ago,
now replaced with the stink of rot and decay,
having undergone a hideous transformation from flower to death omen.
Nothing more than a black rose.
The black rose: unseen and untouched by many,
but known to some,
the few that are the black roses of their own generation.
Nothing more than a broken spirit.
This page was last updated on April 30, 2004 by the KIWW Webmaster.