A Black Rose Spoke to Me
A black rose spoke to me, but I was heedless to hear.
But resonating from it, I could sense, was anger and fear.
However, the words escaped; they glazed over my head.
Oh,how desperate I am to know what she said!
The whispers, the whispers; my spine shivered at hearing
Them. If those rose had eyes, I know she would be sneering,
For I may have missed a warning, a prophecy of death.
What if I am very near to taking my final breaths?
Am I close enough that I can stretch forth my hand
And grasp my future self that is writhing in a filthy land?
I feel depraved of necessities to mind and soul,
That I have fallen into a sinking and widening hole.
Because I failed to see
A black rose spoke to me.
Copyright © Daniel Handschuh | Year Posted 2017