My Rose

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By nights long slumber
Never heeding my aching sorrow
Once again alone in nights cold clutch
Been so stupefied by emotion
Sight limited by clouding fear
Liquid runs down smooth but rocky cheeks
Self proceeds to wrongs rights
Voices commencing their anguish
Others their loath

Day by sun, night by moon
Neglecting their beautiful shine for me
Darkness swallows, and tastes bitter
Sewn eyes stay locked closed
Free eyes closed from hurt
Set my heart to flames
Then Dance in its painful light
Listen to it sizzle
And smile in delight

But is that who you are?
My wilting rose
Blossoming but again I cut your stem
How long will it be till your petals plunge?
Can I save what I nearly killed?
Everything’s more beautiful in their natural belonging
But is it you
My rose…
That belongs in nature or inside
In nature you fight the seasons
Inside you are free
Inside I can see you, hold you and care for you
Outside I can only visit
But is that what you want my beautiful flower?

In reality one deserves what one gets
No matter what they are or who they are
Whether you are the flower
Or the scissors that cut it
How many more years will it be the flowers will keep forgiving?
Or maybe they never forgave and we keep cutting

This post was submitted by joel.

Category: Sad Poems
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