From Flower To Shell
I picked a rose of brilliant red
A fine one I must say
I laid it down beside her head
And slowly turned away
Before I left, I read the name
Engraved upon the stone
It was then that sadness came
I knew I was alone
It wasn't fair to take my love
The only one I had
I cursed the groung and sky above
I felt so raging mad
I swore that vengeance would be mine
As I headed for the gate
But how does someone turn the time
Set forth by father fate
I planned and schemed for days on end
In hopes that I would find
A way to live among the dead
And find some peace of mind
Insanity was on my trail
I couldn't shake it loose
I felt the wrath of living hell
Tighten like a noose
Since her love I couldn't save
I felt so damned remote
I went and laid beside beside her grave
And left this final note
I couldn't live while on the run
From memories of the dead
So I put a bullet in my gun
And then into my head
Rockman
In response to early comments, this is just fiction. In fact it was written before I ever found love. I've been married since Oct. 2000 and going strong. :-)
Sorry if I misled.
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2011
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