The Lonely, Red Rose
She wandered up the street,
as if nothing had happened.
But something did happen.
When you think about it and I'm sure you will,
you'll find that she changed that day.
The shy and withdrawn girl
who lost her wings when her parents died.
"Now it's about time I start living!"
She repeated the sentence over and over again.
In her mind, her precious sanctum,
in which up until this day noone had entered.
For ten years she'd been living
in an anonymous nursing home.
And for ten years she had not said a word.
She took the lonely, red rose
that one of the nurses kept buying for her.
Right in time, before the flower withered,
the nurse had always bought a new, fresh.
"Now it's about time I start living!"
She strolled down the path
which led to the hospital gate,
and entered the new world.
After a while the nurses realized
she was no longer there.
At the hospital gate they found
a lonely, red rose.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 01:01
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