Ilia-Mae

Through a clouded window Looking down to a garden of roses Within the middle a single rose lying still Upon untouched earth Walking away towards the outside Trying hard to leave the house Being pushed hard back within I can’t leave Why? What’s wrong with me? I can’t even shout to the neighbors Why? Am I sick? The night approaches revealing a cool breeze I feel ever so often The stars shining bright and I try once again To leave this house. Years would pass as I keep trying Never showing my true age, as I look into a mirror I finally return to my clouded window Staring blankly at the grave in the garden Finally one night the moonlight hits the tombstone Just right, revealing a message of Rest in Peace The door finally opens, now I’m allowed to leave I quickly ran outside To the grave in the garden And upon this stone of silk, it read “Rest in peace, Our sweetest Angel” I feel a sharp pain within my soul I can’t cry or taste, I just can feel My soul starts to fade and now my