• Water starts to soak my cheeks
    Now shaken, feeling weak.
    I try to move, A sudden halt!
    "I hate you! You disease! It’s all your fault!
    How could she beat you, all 65?
    You had her out-numbered; you roses caused her to die!"
    Then a crash and a cry out loud.
    The beat of my heart is the only sound.
    Lean against an oak, now a weeping willow.
    Cling to it tight, feels soft as a pillow.
    Soft compared to life, and how hard it is.
    I scream! I shout!
    "From the roots I'll rip you out!
    Someday we'll defeat you, of that I have no doubt"
    I get cut from the thorns as I finally collapse on the ground.
    If only, if only, a cure had been found.
    My cries reduces to a whisper, still my tone remains strong and bold.
    "Her life was one that you controlled.
    You didn’t give her a chance to ever grow old.
    Some day, some way you'll reach your end.
    Then you'll never take another mother, brother, sister or friend"