One Rose

• Artist: Demilia17
• Description: I stared at one rose,
  Standing on my night
  Table. It was rotting, dieing
  In front of my very eyes.
  
  In a way I felt like the rose-
  The disease was eating at me
  From the inside, and I was
  Dieing, rotting in front of my
  Very own eyes.
  
  When I woke up,
  The rose was gone,
  It must have died in
  The night. I cried and
  Cried, and all I wanted to
  Do was let go…
  
• Date: 06/11/2010
• Tags: rose

My mom's first husband inspired me to write this poem. He died of leukemia in 1988, and all I could think about was how he felt right before he passed away.

Comments

[GirlyGirl65821]

: ( I'm sorry he died, but it was a great inspiration for this poem. Good things come from the bad amazingly, and this is a great way of showing it. 5/5

[NebuChi3]

Dying*

[girldrummer95]

why did you write it in the description box? good poem though.

[tetriz]

:'(

[Gillian_Mirenheart]

(Sniff) Is so sad.