WEN: 165D2F
Exhibitor Name: Rey Clenney
Division: Creative Writing--
Class: 03 Poetry (13-17 y
Ballad of the withered rose Sitting alone, in the midst of shoes and mindless autopilot. Narcissism raining down like thick snow. Suffocating the poor withered rose. Tied up by society, Wrapped up in her emotions. Used to bloom, Be on display in a small silver room. Small enough to hold, Big enough to reach all four corners of the globe. On autopilot like every other fuzzy shape and size around. Breathing in one another’s air, To feel good. Now, Tears falling down like petals. Never ending floods of poisonous emotions. Along side the others, The others who also withered and let themselves dry out. The weak ones. The strong ones. The willed ones. The hopeful ones. Stepped on by the fuzzy shapes on autopilot. Laying alone, in the midst of shoes and mindless autopilot. Narcissism raining down like thick snow. Suffocating what is left of the once beautiful withered rose. Petalless. Tied up by society, Wrapped up in her emotions.
Made with FlippingBook Publishing Software