Red roses growing vigorously
Spikes growing around them
Long, strong, green stems
Strangling them
Wide petals of red roses
Bloody roses
Falling by the walls
Withering
Those shadows
Lingering
Like pain creeping
Underneath the skin
Those leeches
Crawling in the tight folds
Of a red rose
Dying
These thoughts
Shattered by force
Brought down by anguish
Fighting fiercely
One word left unsaid
One word left to be said
As the roses wither
And the thoughts thrive in death
One more roll in the deep
One more glow of fire in these veins
On more glaze of agony
One more wolf born
In the screams of the silent dark night
One more rose falling
One more leech crawling
And one more thought being born
To the wolves lingering in the green stems
Strangling the blooming roses, striking them dead
WoW!
ReplyDeleteThat's a really dark piece. I guess I'm feeling happy today and should have kept this for another day.
I loved the image and visual of the leeches - it's still making my skin crawl though.
I felt this like rather redundant here and felt it weakened the one before it:
"One word left to be said"
Keep on writing (may be poems should come with a warning for the day's mood?)
A dark piece is only a reflection of the soul of the writer
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