Faded nightmare
Like the dewdrops slipping off of a velvet petal,
Tear drops stinging from the morning's darkened dew.
If only hope bred itself in the faded seeds,
So that dreams could be born so fresh and anew.
But only the sting of the dirt's quick decay,
Could bring up the thorns to lash out at the friends.
It lives in its beauty in a cold, marshy land,
The rose tall and proud, long from meeting its end.
As a fiery wind will wisp its petals,
While the screaming clouds walk in and stare.
The raindrops burning the now ashen petals,
Now complete my faded nightmare.
Bloody tips of crystal leaves,
They tremble at the slightest touch.
Holding fast to stale old grasses,
Using others' pain as a crutch.
Growing dimmer beneath the lightning,
Thunder booming in windburned fields.
Pain summed up in the form of a flower,
A storm only time's touch can heal.
As a fiery wind will wisp its petals,
With a screaming flower alone out there.
Black tears drip down my swollen cheeks,
As I struggle to wake from my faded nightmare.
Crying and praying without moving my lips,
A cold wind envelopes my soft beating heart.
Suddenly the rain abruptly stops,
The loominous clouds cease raining and part.
The rose softly shivers in its broken ego,
A shell of all it once used to be.
Lying in tatters by the ocean's tide,
Longing inside that maybe its free..
As a calm summers wind will pick up its petals,
Growing supremely with an elegant air.
A smile slowly creeps below the rising sun,
As I gently wake from a now faded nightmare.