A poem I wrote when I was in a slump a few years ago. Not the way I feel these days but I still think it’s a mood to capture and remember.
There lies crumpled the fallen rose
Taken clutched in the winter breeze
Here lies I on this tainted snow
As past memories swirl and flow
Painful regrets and present pains
I want a reprieve for life so brief
The wind passes at winter’s pace
And life passes as mortals race
