Dead Roses

Fiction, Poem 1 Minute

Sepia-tinged fields outside my window,
Sun-baked dust eroded and carried aloft,
Whirling devils coat grimy, broken glass,
Everything washed away with the previous rainfall;
Nothing green remains, nothing moves;

We only ever wanted,
To get through it,
We couldn’t contemplate the true costs,

This scarce, dry world filled with old men and women,
With little energy,
To do nothing but hang on;

We lost the young generation in its final throes,
Our scientists, engineers, rose-tinted future world leaders,
They were going to be our last hopes to get us out of this mess;

Then the pandemic happened.

Photo by Olivier Mesnage on Unsplash

πŸŒͺ

Published by 𝑹𝒐𝑩𝑰𝑡 πŸͺ

I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :). Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ€” usually with an optimistic slant. My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.

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10 thoughts on “Dead Roses”

    1. Oh don’t get me onto reading lol. This has been the worst OCD-affected activity. Any guesses why? πŸ™„ I used to read loads and loved it, I’m in recovery now trying to learn to read again πŸ˜†.

      Ohh it’s a poemβ€” I’ve never read any poetry! But I found this quote from it:

      “This is the way the world ends
      This is the way the world ends
      This is the way the world ends
      Not with a bang but a whimper.”

      And can see what you mean. Maybe this is the kind of poetry I could get along with πŸ€”.

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