Un-Stemmed Poem by Shirley Harrison

To you my greatest love

I send my heart in folded paper

with tear-smudged ink and aching pains



in all but words we are apart

my heart withering like a dying rose

immersed in fear



torturing pain prolonging each day

my spirit and I, we just lie in wait



your voice I miss

as I weep my grief; I can taste the salt of my tears



and with each passing day

I grow weaker with dismay

from my memory

as you my love, do fade

I've lost your vision and feel so afraid



invisible rope

tugging at my every tomorrow

even the birds weep with sorrow

your soul was my blanket

now I'm alone



don't leave my heart condemned

your love that has been brutally seized





and I?



I'm a dying Rose

left to die unstemmed.