Imprisoned

Rose is beautiful,
In appearance and in person.
Talented in many aspects of her life,
With intelligence and character.
They expected the best from her.
Always
She tried to deliver to their standards,
And succeeded.
Always
But time took its toll.
She began to struggle where she'd once shone,
Like a burning flame.

Rose began to fall.

The pressure was mounting.
Mounting.
The stress was building.
Building.
And then.....
Then came that fateful day.
The day she realised she could no longer cope with it all.
The day she became lost.

Now Rose wanders lonely paths in her mind,
Thinking of what could have been.
She sits alone and in sorrow,
With tears rolling down her once smiling face.
Piece by piece the darkness consumes her;
Smothering itself around her until she can barely breathe.
Rose used to bloom and flourish in the sunlight-
But now she wilts in the darkness;
Her thorns cutting into her deeper each day.
It was too much.
Now she's trapped.
Imprisoned.