But of Glass and Crystal

Th rose to my chest, a fragrant, renewed sent...

The rose to my chest,
A fragrant, renewed scent,
One of which I’m obsessed

Its vibrant, clear petals,
Dashing in the moonlight,
Beautiful crystals

Despite everything it stands for,
What it means to the human race,
I relish its splendour

This rose; not crafted by,
Our worlds mother nature,
But a genetic engineering high

No more is anything natural,
No more can you find flowers,
Trees, brushes, nothing agricultural

It’s a fake world we live in,
A glass world, kept contained,
Like bugs trapped in a jar,
No breath to be taken,
No holes in the lid

Suffocating
Choking
Smothered

Feeling like the ant trapped,
Beneath your magnifying glass

Scorched
Scalded
Seared

Not from the sun,
Not from the light,
That shines upon

But from the sudden realization,
That this world is no longer,
The planet of earth and sea

Author's Note

Hope you liked it... please review! :P

Reviews

[Lumière Dé..]

It's wonderful, not that I have the experience or authority to fo around telling people this but, I think you have an amazing talent :)

[Aravind]

I enjoyed the three worded stanzas. Added a nice touch to the poem..I got nothing to add expect, "VERY WELL DONE"

[The White Wolf]

I loved it! It think this speaks very well of our false sense of conserving our environment by creating a constructed atmosphere around it. It makes me think of a greenhouse and we are the plants. I very much enjoyed it.

[Distant horizons]

Great write. Wonderfully painted images.

[Anonymous Me]

i love it. especially the last stanza. It has a sad sort of acceptance to it. It's calm while still being awaking. Really beautiful :)