Guilt

you made love to her and she's too young
to handle her own death

you leave her vanquished
and you keep the world blind with your poetry

she was too young to know how a beautiful world ends
the flowers of her youth in the garden wilt

you keep the world blind but soon the dragonflies shall come
it may not be too late

let some flowers cover her tomb

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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