Poem

Okay I have to sdo this really quick so this is unedited as well, I know I've become extremely lazy when it comes to editing, but take me out later.

W.O.T.D: Daemonophobia

Definition: Fear Of Demons


Now then, this is why I'm writing to post this poem, tell me what you think!

Black Roses ©

You can smell the salt of the tears as you walk into the room
The perfect rows of people in the pews
Taking it all in.
Black Roses
You can see his Mother crying
His brother so distant, his wife so…
Alone
Black Roses
Do you feel the heaviness of sorrow?
Can you hear their cries?
Lord, what have we done to deserve this?
Such pain in
Black Roses
In the picture they are crying,
When they were married, there were tears of joy, not pain
Alas, now all is near it’s end and the
Family
Is in ruin
How can they move on when he’s lying in a casket?
She’s due in a month and still she’ll be
Alone
Black Roses
Feel their soft petals; take in their alluring scent,
For nothing is more potent in death than
Black Roses

I wrote it for english class, so if it sucks that's why. It's not one of my best but it worked for it's purpose. Peace out now!

TWMA,
Sacred Secret