The Diminished Rose

Petals withered deep rose red
Inside within a death
Young fresh daisies bloom
Leaving no room

Old and not so wise
Moisture cascades from her eyes
No longer a rose in full bloom
But pressed flat amid leaves of a book

Petals to turn too
In moments of need
Now just a memory
Her heart bleeds yet no open wound

Her thorns no longer
Her dew dried up
Once that daisy full of life
That was a score ago

Grieving for love
No longer in her grasp
Just done
Tomorrow starts a new hurt

Let me sleep
Let me eat
Let me close my eyes
Let it be a nightmare