These walls are closing in on me
As the door slams shut
Like a painful slap in the face
The air that once felt so easy to breathe in
Feels like toxic acid
As it poisons my petals
The ones that used to make my rose bloom.
Till there is nothing left
Nothing to remember
Nothing to smile about
Nothing to remind me that I am still living
Nothing.
Crowds of unknown faces
Once to have been recognized
But now known as nothing
For I do not remember
The grovery bridge,
Lying under its arch
My dead roses
That have stopped blooming.
All I know is simply that everything became a faded memory
I just wish I wasn't the outsider
Because now that I am faded
I don't know when you'll let me in.
YOU ARE READING
Dead roses you never thought would bloom
PoetryI feel many emotions but the deepest ones they are in this book please read with your eyes and hold deep within your heart -Dead rose
