The Rose

The Rose

A broken rose beneath my feet

Now a sour smell, once so sweet

Broken clouds covering the skies

Rain washing down the tears from my eyes

My woman has left me this way

She has traveled far this day.

My blood pounding within my ears

Running desperately to kill my fears

But the truth is here for me to see

The destruction, like the rose beneath me.

“You’re worthless.. unfit for husband or man”

Then she lashed out with her little hand

The pain felt then is nothing to now

But I will survive, some way, somehow.

She has left, this is true

I guess all along this I knew

So now I must face life alone

And I must walk to my lonely home.

Bending over picking up the crushed rose

Placed it gently under my nose

Smells of pain, death, and decay,

You know, somehow I feel this way.

So I walk to my empty home

Under broken skies alone

This lonely place to hear my cries

And only the rain to wash tears from my eyes.

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