Where Is My Rose Poem by Bron Dayvid

Where Is My Rose



Living is hard
But loving is harder
And though it hurts I continue
Like a martyr
Its suicidal but vital
For my existence
Its so persistent no matter
How hard I resist it
Soon he’ll miss it
I’ll no longer be around
Only in spirit
And memory
But I don’t ever want to remember what he did to me
I died slowly that night
Lonely that night
Only to be awaken by my funeral
But where is my rose

In Memory of Rosemary

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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid

Cleveland, Ohio
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