I Rose From Your Seed

Brought into the world from your seed

I reside in the ground of your garden pristine

Well kept, designed to a tee as if my perfection was a need

You, the gardener arrives, my keeper, my life giving queen

You move through me to snip and to prune

Your haunting hand holds my petal

A slip of the wrist, and you bleed all too soon

I watch as you scoff and you leave for the fall

What was I to do, made of thorns, repulsive blades, that I didn’t choose

I’m lost and lonely, a lowly disgrace

The ruthless game-maker decided I was to lose

Brought and left by myself, with an eternity to face

As I sit in my place, crumpled and browned

Your once wonderful garden fallen to ruin

I wish that you hadn’t restrained me to the ground

My time has come, I feel the cold air creep in

The winter arrives, as do you my sorrowful queen

Although I am shriveled you still plead

You want to, but can’t bring back my bright red sheen

I hope you move on, and one day, return with your next perfect seed