Matthew Wardell Petersen

(Farmington, Utah)

Flames - Poem by Matthew Wardell Petersen

As the red rose bursts into flames
Which only the few with impassioned hearts can see
It sets the soul into a wild turmoil
To know too much, yet not enough
To cuff fists at every insult
To mope over every short comings
To be what people see
Lost and broken on the waste side
Is that for me, Is that what people see
As the red rose falls to the ground
And the last ash flickers out
With it goes the hopes and dreams of the many
And the life and soul of the one


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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