My Roses Aren't Red And My Violets Will Never Be Blue

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A broken family is a place of anger, and pain, and sorrow
No love, no joy, and no light that will show the way tomorrow
The voices of anger, and the sounds of cries
Echo through the halls, and down the hall-ways highs

Here, the memories of days gone by are so painful, and deep
For in the past, love was strong, and joy filled the room
Now all the joy is gone, and darkness is all around
With no hope, no love, and no strength to be found

A home once filled with laughter, and cheer so true
Now a prison, where nothing will ever do
For the family, once strong, is now broken, and lost
With no one to turn to, no one to trust

The hope for healing, for the family to mend
Is nothing but a dream, with no end in sight
For in this darkness, there's nothing but pain
No love, no hope, and no strength to remain

But with each day that passes by, I lose all hope
As if my roses aren't red, or my violets will never be blue
For no matter my efforts, the family remains broken
And the love that remains feels as cold as the stone within.

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