I'm a caregiver and an artist. I received high honors in creative writing, fine arts, and sculpture at Montserrat College of Art.
Petals of a Dying Rose
The smell of roses still reminds me of you.
I recognize that my blood, heart, and soul are all rooted here.
When I found you, I found myself.
I always thought I'd be dead by 18.
But here we are...
We have come so far...
Yet we have lost so much...
Like petals of a dying rose our love falls away from us and crumbles into dust.
My heart has been tossed like a ship in a raging storm and mislay at sea.
Chains for which you have bound me are now broken.
I am no longer anchored to you.
Our love is undone.
© 2019 Jason Nicolosi