Death Of RosesA Poem by DeannaI used to love roses, but now I love death instead. That's where I'm headed, that's where I'll bed.
I'll bed in a box when I am all good and dead. With maybe a few dried roses mixed with dirt tossed up on top.
I'm not frightened and I'm not scared. It's just the way I know it will be. After all aren't we supposed to face reality?
Roses are alive, then they are dead. I'm alive, and then I'll be next.
It's not horrible, in fact it's quite nice. To know I can have both my roses and also my own sweet death. © 2013 DeannaReviews
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AuthorDeannaBrandon, MSAboutMy name Is Deanna. I am 48 years old and live in Brandon MS. I am a mom to my 13 year old son Jacob, a wife, daughter, sister, friend and a registered nurse. My goal at this point in my life is to get.. more..Writing
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