Withered Rose Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The pain cuts so deeply
I can’t hold on to myself.
All I was, is fading away
Numbness invades,
Abandoned and alone;
I just quit hoping
For him to reach out.

Exhausted, weary of trying;
Something in me is dying.
Is this what love is?
Alone, with nothing
But the sorry sound
Of a breaking heart?

Once I was young;
Love was a fresh rosebud
Just beginning to blossom.
But, oh innocence,
Where now is your bloom?

With hands so gentle
He placed me in a vase
where I died,
s-l-o-w-l-y, in
bits of death
each day,
till finally...
I was at my end.