I Like Black Roses
Rain pours down like sheets of mercury
The water quenches though its toxic and bitter
Puddles form
Tears mix with toxic sludge
Broken dreams and shattered glass mix with lost hope in piles among pebbles and glass
beads
Scattered across fields of blue daisies fallen soldiers lay motionless
A lost star is found among the rubble
Hope is lost
It’s over
Copyright © Allison Adair | Year Posted 2005
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