Scentless Rose

[Dark Muse]

Scentless Rose

My love is a rose
of all thorns,
a scentless flower,
all monochrome.

I am a stormy gray day,
of heavy clouds
impregnated
only with bleak misery,
ready to descend.

At rare moments
I might appear
sepia toned,
my love can be found
in all the old photographs,
yellowed around the edges,
smiles starting to fade,

I know I am a cracked vase,
of little use,
no longer a water bearing urn,
no more for holding
beautiful frivolities,
but gathering dust,
where spiders dwell.

A deteriorating fresco
my colors do not shine,
and I exude an atmosphere
of dungeon dampness,
with cold stone floors.

My love is an artifact
forgotten in attics,
while I gather mothballs
living only within shattered
memories and broken dreams.