The rose of confusion

16 Apr

Received a rose
On the very day
Life was breathed into my lungs
The very day
My eyes opened
The rose was beautiful
Blood red
The petals delicate
It was pressed against
My palms
It hurt
The thorns pricked
Every time someone lied
Every time the arrow struck
Each time
The thorns didn’t go away
The petals did
Every beautiful petal
It dropped
Slowly floating down
What beauty
None was left
I was drowning in a sea
Of confusion
Of pain
None of happiness
Only thorns left
The single of trace of


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