Sierra Staten

Rookie - 354 Points (4/17/97 / Newman, California)

Petals of Death

With each year gone.
You place another rose upon the earth just for me.
You hold the pictures almost forgotten a little tighter.
The love is everlasting.
'Till it hurts and there's only more.
A wish upon a wish in the center of loneliness-
Tragedies abyss.
You look at yourself and ask 'why didn't I save her? '
And the only answer: 'because I couldn't when it mattered the most.'
A creation of the eternal sadness of a ghost.
It will haunt you forever.
But still the memories break through and bring a smile upon your face if only for a moment.
Don't worry my love you think to yourself, 'I will be their soon.'
Catching up in things immortal;
A human beings life seeming so slow
Yet when you reach the end you will wonder where it all went.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Topic of this poem: death

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