The rose bleeds
Into my broken heart
I hear the cries
I feel the tart
A husbands snores
echo through the night
She wakes and sighs
Never thinking of what might
A two-year-old wakes
Its Christmas Eve
Daddy is gone
Where could he be?
Ten years later
A new dad sleeps
While mother and daughter
Lie and weep
Christmas day
Gifts surrender
A new family
What could be better
A broken heart
pounds and pounds
Echoing noises of
greater bounds
Years go by
Its Christmas Eve
Nightmares haunt her
Alone and weak
Greatest fears
Sound so simple
But when faced with them
They could cripple
Sweet but sour
She feels like she could
cry for hours
But hours are short
And days go by
She hides what she feels inside
Until the day she can’t go on
Roses will bleed until she finds what she needs.
These poems. All of them.
ReplyDeleteThey're pure gold.
Keep up this writing.
You inspire me.
Just like Rachel does.
The both of you together are amazing.