Poem #215

I was the rose you threw to cry over a withered garden.
You didn’t notice I disappeared. For you, nothing changed.
I had light, you flipped the switch.
You want the best for you, told me I wasn’t on the list.
Pain is just a fuel and you gave me plenty.
At least you left me with something other than regret.

 

3 thoughts on “Poem #215

  1. Rather sad words even if nicely phrased. When nobody notices you have gone, was it worth it in the first place?

  2. I guess when people leave, they leave behind a lot more than silence.

  3. Lovely so dark 🙂🤔

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