Roses and Graveyards

Why do we seek

For roses in graveyards

We want lilies from mausoleums

Bury your dead,they say

But for me

I want my roses from the graves

I often seemed to plant a little too much

It seemed I planted seeds,a little too many

That bloomed to flower gardens

But sadly I planted them on graveyards

I left my name encripted on epitaphs

A little too many

You want your roses back? They ask?

Yes,because I deserve to reap where I sowed

But you cannot get your roses from the graves


I am a rose

Peradventure I will reap gardens

But I have made the graveyard a beautiful place

I may try not to plant on graveyards this time

But on prairies perhaps

Just maybe…

#Dedication for all those who do good but it doesn’t seem to come back,and those who’ve given their love but were left broken hearted




I wake up

To the ghosts of my past

Haunting me everyday

I try to swim away

But they keep drowning me

In the tears And sorrows of yesterday

I keep trying to fight

To live to see another day

But they keep pulling me

Back to my horrors

And ooh the flaws

The mistakes

The lies I make


From a troubled conscience

An unsatisfied mind

A wondering heart

Troubled peace

Still storms

Rattled thoughts


.Wake up and face your ghosts

You may never get over them

………..But you certainly don’t have to live with them