Friday, December 13, 2019

Roses On Her Grave

A fine rain seeps slowly
Bleeding red on the soul
A canvas unpainted
Her sins were never untold
Sister sleeps in sunshine
Worn edges frayed with time
I wish I could take you
A magic carpet ride
Whiskers of truth shining
Like beacons in the night
Tenderly they take me
Hiding from what I find
Always I am missing
The girl I used to know
Her memories are golden
Trying to keep afloat
Bleating lamb awakens
To slaughter she does grace
For sins she is punished
Mistakes she never made
On bended knee she pleads
For mercy in your name
Crying for you mama
And roses on her grave

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