A thorn amongst the roses

I watch silently as life unfolds around me

Overlapping my own broken path

That shall eventually lead to a dead end

Like a five-leaf clover

Only bad luck shall follow me

And perhaps those too arrogant to believe

What I see

A weed in the flowers

Unwanted and hated

Perceived as the enemy

Of an unnecessary war

Like an owl

I sit upon my branch

Stiff and wide-eyed

Taking in all that has gone by

A white rose

Surrounded by bluebells

Perhaps there are few

Who do understand me