Dried Roses

Dried roses, decayed roses, broken roses
These roses covering the room
Petals are everywhere, like snowflakes on the ground
Shades of creams, pinks, and reds fill my vision
I pick one up, and the slowly door opens  
Black and white petals tumble though the door
Suddenly, everything is in black and white
Color no longer exists  

 
The door swings shut and locks its self
I am drowning in petals; I can’t breathe
I am slowly suffocating, in this colorless world
The petal is still in my hand, I drop it  
As it slowly lingers to the floor,  
I can see color, I still can’t breathe
What is happening?  
The petals around me are turning to dust
The air is now thick, a window slowly becoming uncovered  
with sunlight drifting though
I go to move towards it, but I’m moving like I’m walking though water with bricks

 
 
Finally, I am at the window, and I look out
I see people, nature, buildings, things  
I see life happening  
Out this window there is something I want
I try to break the window, but I can’t
I look around me as I spin in a slow circle
Roses, dust and sunlight surround me
I am trapped, I pick up a piece of broken rose
I am then seeing a piece of my life before I was here
I pick up more and more scraps of petals
 

 

 
Friends and family, memories of happiness, of the past flood in my mind  
The reminds of the dried roses vanish as I touch each one
The window is still locked, but the door is unlocked now
I think I will stay here for a little while
Dried roses, Dried roses
Dried roses use to cover this room
Until I vanquished them but hung onto the memories