Dead Rose Poem by Kim Jones
Dead Rose
My cold, dead fingers
Pried away from his face
Are still reaching
Reaching for something
Reaching for his forgotten love
The truth was so heavy in my heart
I knew that after all he could never love me
Who could ever love me?
I, a broken spirit who puts on a show
Only to be invisible,
To be alone in my misery
I knew he could never love me
And yet it still hurt to see him give his heart to her.
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5/4/2024 1:06:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I just love this piece for its beautiful imagery and pathos. The whole poem presents the frustration of the lover very well. Kudos to your efforts.