Withered Rose

Petal Drop/ withered rose

I am a withered rose

Dying as each red petal falls

into earth and becomes no more

once a seed that blossomed into

the red rose of everyone’s desire

they looked, stared in amazement

adored my beauty and elegance.

but each night my red petals

begin to turn black and fall

as I let each one of them pull

me off my stem and rub me

in their arms by letting them

slide between my thighs

my ever sweet wet thighs

night after night we exchange

more than body lubricant,

more than sweat, we exchange

our souls, our spirits, our stories and

I let them take every bit of innocence

Left in me,  I let them take my precious

Treasure and before the sun rises they leave

Leave me in my own pity, my sadness

Leave me with memories of when

He used to come to me late at nights

Until he decided I was grown enough

To be ripped off my virtue

And he forced his way into me

And I cried and cried cause I knew

I had begun to wither

My first petal drop was by my father

And many led after that  

I am a withered rose

Dying as each red petal falls

 into earth and becomes no more

for every girl, lady, woman, daughter, sister, wife, aunt, grandmother who has been raped 

              

                                                  the lovepoet