Dying of a Rose

Feeling what is to come concerning life as we know it; comparing life to the beautiful rose as it dies.

Feeling a calm before the storm
my eyelids close so slow.
A breath of air I take in too deep
the truth bears on my soul.

Needing to grasp all I know
into a gigantic safety net...
the burden of what is to come
lingers in webs of discontent.

Try I do, cry I do,
scream, laugh it's sad...
overwhelming emotions cling
in my mind it feels so bad.

Can't relax, inside's a quiver
an invisible quaking force...
for only I can feel this power
knocking me of my course.

Others feel it, this I'm sure
it's an individualized hell...
a lonely kind of burden deep
inside our souls so frail.

Not if it ends but when it ends
only God could know
the bliss of relief I shall feel
like the dying of the rose.

Author's Note

feeling it...

Reviews

[MS. BABy]

Not if it ends but when it ends
only God could know
the bliss of relief I shall feel
like the dying of the rose.

And the poetess says....
this stanza makes me feel how
mortal we are and how only Jehovah
knows at what and when things shall pass
I thought of the dying of a rose, how in its
beauty we marvel, but when it is dead
we no longer keep it but become relieved to
throw it away

DEEP MANNA....

[skypoetone]

Lovely and sincere. Change is always necessary in order to evolve - whatever the belief. I only ever wondered how sever the changes should be in order to complete a given cycle. I think we most times make our own hell by not considering the feelings of others, that is very sad, but one day I believe the human race - given enough time - will mature. Thank you for a great read ~T

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your words. A big storm is coming.
"Others feel it, this I'm sure
it's an individualized hell...
a lonely kind of burden deep
inside our souls so frail."
If the world don't change direction. We are running into a bad place with no return. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote