Dying

A delicate rose thrives amid the thorns,
Awakening my senses…
Filling me with egregious ideas,
Frightening feelings arise…
Obtuse memories console me,
Consecrate my fears…
Remind me of the dark nights,
Black delirium filled me…
Teaching me to mediate,
Resolving the dread of tomorrow…
The indigent worries that prosper,
Surviving the rose’s blossoming…
And dying.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Hamilton Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 10:32 AM
Thanks Regina for your entry, a concise and thoughtful write. Just a hint...you will see the top winners have really used the 8 words and amplified them with a more extensive write. Concise writing is very thoughtful but doesn't touch the emotions as much, but I did enjoy your write, congrats on placing in my contest!
Mcintosh Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 4:47 PM
Thank you for the insight and placement. I enjoy the contests even when I'm not quite right in what I write :) Thanks so much and God bless you always.
Lane Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 4:55 AM
You've expressed emotions quite nicely, Regina.
Mcintosh Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 4:47 PM
Thank you so much. Blessings
Chiri Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 1:02 AM
Congrats on your placement in the contest!;)
Mcintosh Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 4:46 PM
Thank you so much. Blessings
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