Strive

I made this poem to be a contest entry but I was not able to pass it on time.

Strive


Like a rose trampled on the ground
I blubber…seeking for a helping hand.

I patiently wait out in the cold
For someone with a heart to nurse my wound.

You came…solely with your head
You heartless creature sold me to Death.

This is not the fate in store for me!
My soul now bleeds in agony.

I’m not sure if this formula will set me free
But I’ll risk it all to gain my life and live.