Rose In My Sleep

Drowsy eyes watching me

The sweet smell of scarlet fills mind

Very few of them get to see

Especially since they’re never kind

Those sleepy eyes say they have the key

To stop the rose petals from drifting away

I sit on the branch of the weeping tree

The thorns are red and are here to stay

I’m not surprised when tired eyes get angry

The burgundy drips from my arm

No matter what I do, I can never flee

I’m awakened by the sound of my alarm

But when I look the roses are still on me

--Toby M., 9th-12th Grade