The Garden of The Wilted Rose
This pain is all too real;
I wonder if anyone really knows.
All the hurt, I was unable to conceal,
For I stood alone in the garden of the wilted rose.
Alone, lost in old memories,
As the briars clung to my clothes.
I feel the bite of the chilly breeze
Standing in the garden of the wilted rose.
I look for answers but they can’t be found,
And my thoughts scatter as the wind blows.
Wilted petals on the ground held me spellbound,
But I finally escaped the garden of the wilted rose!
Note: I wrote this for Madison Thomer because she loved the line from my
‘You can find me in the garden of the wilted rose’
Hope you like it, Madison.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010