In the Field Where Roses Died

A Poem

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

we walk across
damp earth,
the smell of rust
and rot
permeating
the lost fragrance
we once knew

look close now —
far more
than a fleeting glance —
and see
petals
ground to dust,
memories gone away

shed no tears,
my love,
for the lost thorns —
but mourn
life
in every shade,
nothing to reclaim

hell may await —
smoke collecting
on the far horizon,
red bleeding,
sunlight
retreating into smog,
no path clear —

but we persevere,
eyes ahead,
no room for looking
behind us,
calamity
hand in hand
with our present