Dead Rose

 

 

What’s the point of loving
If it all goes away
When all the sorrow in the world 
Won’t amount to my pain
Why am I so vivid
And my sadness run so deep
Why do my teardrops fall
Heavily upon my sheet
Lord don’t you hear me
Echoing my pain
Ten times louder
Than the sound of summer rain
Why do the ones I love fail to comprehend
I am a victim of my sorrow
I can’t see through the pain
I wonder does she miss me
While howling at the moon
Lord how I miss her
Our parting far too soon
I cannot stop my teardrops
So I refuse to leave this room
I take a pill to calm me down
But it only feeds my demise
My eyes grow red and puffy
I feel weak and so ill
But once again she cuts me down
And my eyes begin to fill
Now my chest is heavy, I feel sick and surely
I’ll die before my cure may cast my demons out
Why did I let her go on without me
When I know how sick and lonely I can be
Didn't she foresee the breakdown a dead rose
Would tumble down on me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Amanda Burns

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved