DISCARDED ROSES

Inspired by a quest to show the importance of loving each other right now, my pen takes down the deep thoughts of me in a contemplation of the dark days

Don't cry when I'm gone,

Like roses, I bloom,

Like lilies I wither,

Once I am useful,

Now I'm cold and scary.

 

Don't grow flowers on my top,

They suck life from me,

They make me smell the air,

Yet I don't know its blow,

Now I'm withering in dampness.

 

Tell the rain to stop pouring,

Shower the earth with love,

It’s what it lacks for life to sprout,

Oh, tell the sun to sleep,

Now I'm bones and forgotten.

 

Throw the roses in the bin,

Once you never knew I'm gone,

They will wither like me,

In them, you see the end,

Now the rose is cold,

Now the sky is cold.

Please don't cry when I'm gone

By Dennis Mutuku

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[DLP]

love it. absolutely love it.