Pure raven black
Solid stick of metal
Fringed with thin fabric
Like a dragon's wing
The common occurrence
The abandoned umbrella
Abandoned not for its colour
No, this society knows
Not of discrimination of appearance
And neither was it abandoned
For gaping holes, tears, rips
We treasure every item for its value
Equality is our ideology
No, it was not abandoned
But forgotten
Forgotten just like
Old friends we once played with
Together;
Bitter sweet childhood memeories
Long lost;
Our mischief, pranking our siblings
Who tricked us back;
Our adventures as knights fighting
That imaginary dragon
Innocence lost in this world
That teaches one
Knowledge is power
And power is the key to success
And in the process of learning
We lose our innocence faster
And our poor brains,
Forced to age before its time
Forgets this useless thing
We call innocence
The fate of the forgotten umbrella
Ever destined to stand
In that crowded bus
Except maybe when it rains
*just another forgotten umbrella I saw on the bus
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
