The Darkest of Roses
To my corner I do retire
and pull the cover to my chest
I sit there and watch the fire
never to truly get my rest
Like the fire in my soul
the one who sits with me wains
and the air it is in becomes cold
the again in my heart.... pains.
I draw up inward,
I pull in fast
I reach my souls last shard,
hoping it can last.
The darkness does creep
and the quiet losses to thunder
I lay there calling sleep
Never again a peaceful slumber.
Copyright © Rex Titus | Year Posted 2005
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