Rose

December 3, 2007
By Brian Daigle, La Mesa, CA

roses are black
and so is your heart
the pain you instill
will never depart

all that I see will forever hurt
a bird, a tree, a chair
a spoon, a toaster, an orange rind
you fill me with great despair

I can't go on
you ripped out my soul
when you left me
you left me like an empty cereal bowl


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