Dying Roses, Fade Slowly

by Tara   Mar 15, 2005


Dying roses fading away,
The more they fade, the less they say.
Petals dropping, thorns growing weak,
Quiet, still, won't let themselves speak.

Yet graceful they stand
Heart in hand,
Fading fast
Not meant to last.

The nature of depression
Becomes my last obsession,
Watching them fall
I'm thrown to the wall,
Dull thorns in need
Making me bleed.

Withered leaves pointing down
Mock this emptiness I've found.
Still attached, not letting free,
Tainted darkness all they see.

Clutching tight to the stems they need
Not wanting to fall or let themselves bleed
So there they sit, drooping low
Dead inside, won't let it show.

Petals still dipped in colors bright
Mask the fact it's not alright.

Heart, mind, and body all the same
Falling apart in this twisted game,
Petals, leaves, and thorns in one,
Patiently waiting for life to be done.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    This is truly sad piece =( but well written

  • 6 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    This is truly sad piece =( but well written

  • 13 years ago

    by xxSuicidalxx

    Love it! It was a beautiful poem! Supurb work! All the stanzas flowed beautifully and the imagry was great! You definalty have a gift at writing! Keep it up! 5/5

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