Isak Boyd

The Rose - Poem by Isak Boyd

Disease has ravaged our leaves
The healthy green crumbling into
stale yellow then brown.
We hang onto each leaf and thorn
as the virus races toward the stem.
She looks down at us curiously
while we cry into each others' hearts,
hunched over on our bloodied knees.
Bitterly holding onto
each inch of foliage.
'But their just leaves, ' she says,
shaking her head sadly as
her two favorites devour their soul.
'Cut them off! ' she screams.
'It's the rose that matters.'

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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