A forgotten lifePosted: July 21, 2010
Lillies droop on the dull,wet tombstone,
roses shed their blood red petals
as they weep bloody tears.
A beautiful contrast,beautifully miserable.
The vibrant red of throbbing passion,
and the somber gray
of the decaying death.
Standing over a stranger’s grave,
inhaling the musty smell
of wet earth and wilting flowers,
how suffocating it must be inside that stuffy coffin.
Misery,heartache,sadness and pain,
all buried beneath heaps of earth.
with the decaying flesh and withering memories.
Already a forgotten life.
Tears will dry in the sunny smiles of tomorrow,
As memories wither like mist before the sun.