The White Roses Died With You

Eighteen years ago today, the white roses died with you My strength was taken with sudden gasps for air The purity of what we shared, the cold wind blew Straight from earth like lightening, far, far away The black crows called over your grave in dismay How could my life go on with a tragedy so unfair? Doom greeted me in mornings of a nightmare that is real I stumbled around, trying to find balance moving ahead There was not a soul anywhere who could know how I feel It was me against the world, staggering through the dark Facts ripping pain through my heart, shadows strikingly stark So, with prayers I traveled on many trips to your grave I fled Heidi Sands 12/23/18 1st place joint win for Rhyme Time 7 – Deep Dark Poetry Contest. Theme: The White Roses Died With You Rhyme: ABACCB DEDFFE