Day Old Hate
you shatter the rose made of glass,
The cuts run deep through your veins
Some wounds never heal
Autumn has come once again, tasteless memories that never fade
When the pieces are enveloped by nothingness,
I will visit with flowers
Vivid images ravage the mind,
Sometimes forgetting the cause seems bearable,
all the same it fails to amend calamity
When the cherry blossoms are in bloom
I will visit with flowers
~ J. Roberts (2008)
