Single Rose on a Jaded Vine
It died a long slow deathnever wavering from its demise
The silent killer
stalked it
devoured it
murdered it.
Abandoned, ignored, it withered
like a neglected single rose
on a jaded vine.
No care
No love
No touch.
It was buried in contempt
covered by the dirt
of unfaithfulness
forgotten
forbidden
forsaken
Silence.
I lie dormant in the winter
of my life.
My name is Passion.
Kathy Lockhart
4/24/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 15:30
Tags Love  Loss  Death 
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