Ruby Red Drops falling free
Such a beautiful sight to see
They roll slowly down my hand
In a puddle by my feet they land
As more drops fall near my toes
They become the image of a red, red rose
No one has ever sent me a flower
Soon I'll have a whole Rose Bower
My sight begins to grow dim
Isn't it strange my flowers have no stem
I know my roses will soon disappear
Like me they have no stem to hold them here
This is simply a dark poem.
I do not condone self mutilation.
I do not believe in giving up.
I believe in fighting to the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem