Of Rome

• Natalie Herranz, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

If you are Rome than I am of Egypt,
with a love never to be contained nor
extinguished, living with the pleasantries
which conceals such a destruction within,
the lone witness of the petal which falls.
You become the reason to my passion,
the catalyst of such an ending, such
a disastrous turn of the time, where I,
oh I, the lonely, the hungered, wish for
you, oh you. The one who does not dare to
knock the door of fate, who keeps the ear for
the dominating mind, rather than heart.
Oh, how I wish I possessed your strength, your
ability to mask the prevalence
of ones true nature, ones true soul inside.
How I wish to be of your kind, of Rome.