Embezzled with Lace

When moments are rare and the day has come
I will lay quiet, saddened and numb.

I hate to fear the end of what we may face
When the hard looking wood will be embezzled with lace.

The breath will be gone and far away
Acknowledging the fear of what has come to this day.

No time can tell, the prediction is unknown
However, we must ignite the fire in our every bone.

When these moments come to none
and our faith has seem to be gone
we will remember who we loved,
and what he had done.

We will reminisce the laugh, the joy
the happiness, and the love we felt.
And yes, we'll remember that day nevertheless.

By: Elyse R Foltz

A Dying Rose

A Dying Rose

Her petals are dying, decaying before her eyes
The snow has fallen in which her body lies
Her stem lays cold, frozen by the atmosphere
Struggling to face reality of what her soul may appear
Her red tips suddenly fade to black,
Her leaves crumple like lips when cracked.
She is only wilting while struggling for life
There is no more blooming only pruning knives.
Her thorns keep growing while neglecting her beauty
The water she once drank has neglected its duty.
The other roses may be in a vase sitting on a table somewhere,
However she is the one alone, outside without the care.
She sees her self leaving life behind as one last petal falls.
She now only feels herself drifting as the wind makes her crawl.

Written By: Elyse Foltz