Rose

Another English assignment (ekphrastic poem #2)

All alone I feel; as I stand here, my head reels.

Black is my skin and white is the snow that lightly yet deceivingly drifts down;

Once I was warm, once I had grown;

Many had been by my side;

An outcast I became and an outcast I will stay.

Left to the wet, frigid snow forever I'll decay.

Reviews

[A]

So sad. But I like your descriptions and how you incoorporated color into this piece. Great poem! :)