The Dying Rose

There lives a flower

Inside of me

But that flower is dying

Slowly  and  silently

First its foundation was corrupted

Back when I was three

Everything was plummeting

Down into my minds sea

Then is started to dry up

And became weak

My emotions were thrown into a dump

My minds sea began to leak

Then it’s pedals started to drop

Laying red

Like the dead bodies I’ve seen

Some killed by cops

Even those who seem nice

Can be mean

But it wont give up

It’s still alive

Now I wonder how long

Me and my flower will survive

BY Oscar Torres Leon