Petals Of Pain

I wish I could put my feeling into petals too & let them blow away with the wind. Enjoy.

 

A hundred red rose petals, cascading down,

They were resting on my palms,

Before away they were blown,

By a sigh escaping my tight-pressed lips.

 

Some of them tangle in my hair,

Which is waving in the wind like a sable flag,

I slowly pick them out with care,

Then cast them away into the distance again.

 

With them on the wind they take,

My dreams, sorrow & pain.

Leaving emptiness in their wake,

But at least I’m not hurting anymore.

 

I turn away once they fade from view,

To look to my home, a world of gray,

I can’t feel a thing, happy or blue,

But I will never feel the pain of loss again.