Among the Roses
As I stroll among the roses
Upon my brain this question poses
Am I destined for insanity?
Was I forced into this calamity?
All along the walkway voices howl
My eyes have seen the darkest of dark
The foulest of foul
My time has come, I see it now
How could I fall into such disgrace?
I know for certain I must leave this place
I must fly from here with unforeseen haste
I am frightfully nervous, running out of space
My visions are haunted by ghost of yore
The guilt paints my mind with a ghastly decor
My soul has been shaken to its very core
I am barely crawling across the garden floor
As I flee from here to there
I become the victim of an intense glare
Barely visible through my tangled hair
Is that statue alive, to whom I stare?
I have happened upon a large stone giant
Standing tall and defiant
The giant roared "you killed from rage!"
"Now you must pay for your hate!"
"Why must you interrogate me so?"
My voice did whisper
"Because you are weak!"
His voice did grow
"You could not possibly understand
They caused me a grievance for which I could not stand"
"It did not have to be this way
If that night your hand did stay"
And so the argument went on
Until I collapsed upon the lawn
Blood running from my nose and head
Regretfully realizing I was dead
My spirit now haunts this estate
For me it has become too late
Upon my brain this question poses
As I stroll among the roses
Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2014
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