AGAINST MY WILL

Removed from her state of glory
Where once she thrived in beauty 
Her elegance a spectacle to the world
Her limbs and expression of strength.
Decimated in the prime of her life 
By the weapon of desire 
She dangles in a collection of water 
Her dropped head and dim light 
Reflects the pain in her heart.
No longer can she be called a rose 
Or the sunshine of the garden 
Her leaves has withered 
Her love has faded.
By
Wilford Barker.