One withered rose pressed so very close to my heart.
Oh, how my heart bleed-my cries painful lyrics;
Notes I didn't write-but my heart did,
in every sighing
I just knew it wouldn't be that long until I would die
right their by my son's lifeless body
in the silence of the month of June.
I stood strong- and said I had enough,
but what I healed deep within tells another story.
- Judy Emery © 2018 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
