Something dark and empty, smiles above a fire, <br />A life of blossomed petals dies within the liar, <br />To test a firm foundation; to flourish or to wilt, <br />These tiny vines of colour, towards the fire tilt. <br /> <br />Life slowly passes through onto the other side, <br />As memories of sadness from their faces hide, <br />Reminded every second, of the pain the try to mask, <br />As one who gave the offering, in their glory bask. <br /> <br />So offer me no guilt, and offer me not death, <br />As the tiny leaves of beauty, breathe their final breath, <br />And as they leave us nothing but a brown and twisted stem, <br />Know you’re not forgiven as I will only mourn for them.<br /><br />Terri Louise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tragic-gift-of-beauty/
