the dead rose

by takondwa

June 23, 2013

There it is

The dead rose

It signifys his life

The life he never got to justify

The life he never dreamed of.

There it is, that dead rose

Lying on the floor.

It does not suck in water

It just lives to die

Its petals begin to come off.

And yet it lies

Dead, unconscious.

When spring comes it won't bloom

Because,

Its dead and so is his past life.

Dead to become new.

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takondwaJun 23, 2013

SALUT.i ONLY WROTE THE POEM FOR THE SAKE OF IT.SOMETIMES WHEN YOUR VOICE WANTS TO COME OUT AND IT CAN'T. JUST EXPRESS IT THROUGH A PEN AND PAPER. wELL I THANK GOD FOR THE TALENT HE GAVEME. may HE BLESS AND PROTECT THE WORLD BECAUSE BY HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALED. tHAT'S  OUR VOICE. THANKS MOM AND THE REST OF THE FAMILY[MA SOUER ET MON PERE] MERCI FAMILIA.