The Last Petal
When drops of rain
Glaze your view
And everything you believed was never true.
When you bloom too early
And your branches grow bare
When Life is made for sharing
But you shared with those who didn’t care.
When condensation hazes the narrow way
And you have no more words to quietly say.
When flakes of snow
White out your perception
And your heart is heavy, in need of a resurrection.
When waters rise and the heavens cry
And everything inside you suddenly dies.
When the last petal falls
Whose name will you call?
Whose name will you call?
When that last petal falls?
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2017
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