Like A Lone Forsaken Rose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely, feeling blue, hoping to see you come into my arms
tonight, feeling the tempting passion of your being lying
close to me.

Remembering and wishing that death never existed between
the two of us, but that hope is lying upon the floor like
a lone forsaken rose, brown with age, nothing more to give.

Wanting you my dear, staring at that now dead rose, realizing
you are no longer with me, my love, loneliness seeping from
every pore.

Tears spilling over into the blackness, past midnight, woe-
fully trying to go to sleep and having no success at all,
my dear.