Withered Flowers

None

I saw my name upon a wall

Of glass and marbles stone

I watched the flowers wither there

Beneath a melancholic epitome

I dreamt a stagecoach ran me down

Upon a busied road

And watched my loved ones gather ‘round

Where I lay in my petticoat

Afterwards I stood in awe

To find myself unscathed

And felt myself an untouched flaw

Beneath the noon sun’s rays

I stood beneath a furious storm

But I could not feel the rain

I reached into a burning hearth

Without a breath of pain

And sideways from my gaze I saw

The reapers hand in wait

But kept my hands bound in my shawl

Longing only to remain