Life

This was my life,
This was a flower,
It wilts,
This life I built,
A dozen red roses wilt up and die,
I curl my body into a ball,
A lifeless form,
Torn between Heaven and Hell,
I'm higher than a mountian,
My petals stretched out,
My arms fall off,
My life trimmed short,
The red taken from me,
I wilt up and die,
Once a healthy grown seed,
I'm returned to the earth,
I curl my body into a ball,
Dead and Buried,
I'm torn betweeb Heaven and Hell.
  ¶ 8:34 PM