I'm bored...so i'm posting a poem . . .

[nocntndeath]

"Withered Rose"

My soul is but a withered rose
Falling short of love
Falling upon the fallen snow.
'Tis the fate of each velvet petal
That peels and peels from my soul.
My heart tis black, thy soul is dark.
Hollow, empty, unloved . . . I stand alone,
Without a hand to hold,
An embrace to keep me warm,
A kiss to thaw my frozen soul
And melt away the chains around my heart.
In the darkness, midst my sleep
I reach out my hand for the face in my dreams.
Though I lay, scarcely in pain, as I look at the face,
Darkness consumes me and holds me down,
Chills my heart and soul
And casts me aside.
My hands are bound behind my back;
My eyes fixed upon the face that I love so,
Upon the mouth that presses mine in my dreams,
Upon the hair that thy fingers danced in,
Upon the eyes that I became lost in every night.
The beauty that I use to be honoured to be in front of
Is now but a silhouette,
Another shadow on the walls of my prison,
My shrouded stir in my frozen soul.