The Wilted Rose Poem by Asma Khan

The Wilted Rose



I have grown weary of
spending my breathes in moments
gathering myself in time's vessels
like unknown remnants

I have grown weary of
escaping dreadful realities into dreams
blinking and hiding the painful sights
like twinkling tears in streams

I have grown weary of
flickering till the very last
hoping to find my end
like a nomadic forecast

I have grown weary of
mirroring my beliefs into dead tales
emptying my soul's grieves
like unheard wails

I have grown weary of
begging to live my own rights
Satisfying nature's call
like a battle with so many plights

Friday, August 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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This poem is an approach to many occasions in one's life.
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