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
poem, “Heartache”.
‘You can find me in the garden of the wilted rose’
Hope you like it, Madison.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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