A Weed And The Roses Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

Have you ever seen a weed amongst the roses?
Striving and struggling to block out the sun from their precious petals
It is a pitiful sight of desperation of not greed or vanity
But seeking to be loved and admired by many
But instead you rip out its roots
So that it does not drain out the life in the beauty standing gracefully like swans by the side of where it grew
You chuck it into the bins and your compost heap leaving it rot into sweaty slime amongst the murdered and other outcasts
It head droops with a melancholy mood as it jealously and loneliness is the only thing living in its veins
All it wanted was to be amongst the roses
Hoping that people would see the beauty in its sting and greenery
But no, you cast it away killing its life short when all it wanted to do was to touch the sun and be in love with the sky
Now all it faces is darkness while the roses flourish in their paradise amongst the other floral beauties
Outcast and dying when all it wanted to be was tobe beautiful