Paralysed From The Neck Down

A violet in wilt
lying naked in the snow
gazing beyond the heavens
and searching for shiny stars
to simply wish ample upon.
But the skies are plentiful
with clouds of ravens
that pound the grounds
with tar and feathers
thus sweeping away
like a gust of wind
all hopes of ever sprouting
towards the skies
and one day tickling
the white cotton clouds.
The dream is dashed for good
as it will remain paralysed
from the neck down.