Red Roses
21st Century
These red tears run down my wrists, falling onto a forgotten floor, laying in a pool of lost hope.
And it could have been a maddened angel who stole the virgins fate. No one will ever know, because no one ever cared.
And these red petals will continue to fill my outstretched palms, the thorns my back.
And I will transcend into oblivion, nothing more than an evaporating mist.
DayPoems Poem No. 1619
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1619.html">Red Roses by Anne Christian</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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