The Rose That Grew Under Water
Neither dead or alive
The Rose That Grew Under Water
The rose that grew under the water
in a lake made from my tears
of losing you
not to death
not to distance
just to silence.
It was neither alive nor dead
like my heart
still beating
to survive.
You sit across from me
but your eyes land somewhere else
your mouth moves
but nothing touches me
We haven’t broken
we’ve just stopped
day by day
cutting each other out
without saying a word
I watch the shape of us
change in small ways
less kindness
less reach
less return
And all the while
the rose stays under
not drifting
not rising
just held there
by everything we can fix
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
wow
Beautiful flower, and it has given more power to the poem.
That's some chilling, on-point imagery! You captured the progression of feelings here well. Kudos to you (and everyone who unfortunately understands this experience firsthand and come through it intact.) Ouch!
Thank you 🙏🍀🍀🍀
Beautiful words,