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Remembering Our Rose
This rhyming poem is one of many that I wrote to cope with the suicide of a childhood friend when I was fourteen. I published two on DeviantArt: this non-structured poem and a sonnet called Autumn Rose. I still think of Natasha in the present day, more than a decade after her passing, and I still struggle with the guilt that naturally accompanies this kind of profound loss.
Roses may whither and fall and decay
But in our souls their beauty stays
Their satin touch warms loveless hearts
When lives do naught but fall apart
But our Rose thought that she was forgotten today
She was bleeding and blackened by all of her pain
As we watched her fall from our loving garden
Our lives she had touched, and our hearts were hardened
But though our Roses die and regress beneath the ground
We never do forget them and their beauty still surrounds
