Dripping Rose
Here I see and smell the fear
Bodies broken and lying still
Wondering what I should do
I look around for hollow room
Wishing for this to not be true
I whisper silently into the air
Waiting for what seems like forever
Alone I cry in despair
Soldiers, they have run
Far from this battle that was done
Families, friends who no longer live
Their love now lost in death's abyss
Washing the tears away I glance
Such a simple turn I see at this event
Gleaming in the sorrowed mist
Protected as from fate's heart
A rose stands out in red attire
A symbol of eternal passion that never stops
In it I see endless cries
Memories of hundreds that will never die
Dripping, pouring, rushes the water
Overflowing from admist the flower
Coldly I smile, rubbing a thorn
Knowing the blood rose ment so much more
Plucking it, I walked to a stone
Praying as I laid it down
A memory that I knew could hold
One last honor to those who lost hope
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The Scars of Lonely Cries
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was depressed and down. I no longer am because of my wonderful fiancé who has changed my outlook on life I am glad to say. I thought that I would share them with everyone, because there are others out the...
