On The Brink Of Insanity Poem by Nicholas Schumacher

Given to me on the brink of insanity
A single dying rose
Slowly decaying leaf by leaf
And thorn by thorn

Its petals no longer shine as bright
And all the luster has burned outright
Drops of blood are all that show
Far off from the pain i used to know

There was once a time
Where everything had a meaning and a rhyme
And rose petals fell about me like rain
Instead of slicing me with pain

There on the brink of insanity i stood
Gazing at that dying rose
Watching it wither away
Into the winds of old

Instinct urged me to try and save the dust
To catch it and store it for a later day
But my heart knew otherwise
And let it drift away

It knows the rose has been strained too long
And realizes it needs to fade
For all the beautiful memories in this world
Eventually fade away

I walk away from the brink of insanity
With nothing left in hand
Except for a few remaining memories
And a palm full of glistening crimson dust

It is either the blood of tears forgotten
Or the tears of future present
Either way, the dust is destined to fly away
Like all will eventually under this dark clouded day