The Rose

You sit on my dresser, ruby red, full of life

surrounded with many of your friends.

You are unaware of your inevitable end.

You are Naive, radient, sitting in a vase

filled with water, your friends

laugh with you, for they too,

are naive and radient.

You were given to me for my birthday.

It was a supposed to be a joyous time,

filled with laughter and love.

But every good thing ends,

so it did.

Screaming and cussing was heard from

the other room as I sat with my grandpa

and little brother.

I was successful in faking a cheerful smile.

As expected, you began to die

and as you and your friends die,

you began to realize that your beautiful life

was about to end.

When you go and your existence disappears,

I take your vase, full yet vacant, to

the kitchen and I throw

you and your friends away

and empty the water into the sink.

I am heartbroken, because you were

so beautiful and so full of life when

my own life was so desolate.

But as I'm walking away back to my room,

something catches my eye outside the window.

A flower already about to bloom.

I can't help but to smile.