Another year . . .

Do you ever wish you could go back and replay time? Right now, I'm really wishing I could go back to the end of August last year, or the middle of June . . . *sigh* I miss my TWACers. Anyway, I hath a poem today. 'Tis a bit sad, but one of my favorite characters died in something I was watching last night . . . *glares at Lost* so I can't really help posting something sad.

  Crushed
 The last petal, falls from the flower,
 No one hears it, as it floats to the ground,
 No one notices, when they crush the crisp petal,
 Grinding its old beauty to dust

 That petal was the last part of me,
 Now it crushed, like all the rest,
 I could not stay alive, like all the others
 Instead I withered away and died

 I was forgotten, for I was the smallest flower,
 I was the flower hidden by the others,
 I was the flower kept inside myself,
 Never ready to blossom to my full height

 Now I'm just a stem,
 With no gorgeous petals,
 All the other flowers laugh
 Making me retreat farther,
 Farther within myself

 ~Black Rose