Pathetic
My bloodshot mind sees all,
screaming from the center
of my personal hell.
The cloud keeps raining
black and blue,
mixing tears with blood-
both shed over you.
And the pain keeps mushrooming
out and away;
scars of ebony flames
seal over my way out.
But still I see the black stars
spreading hopeless over
the midnight-white
and the blossoming flower
rooted in my heart.
Copyright © Hana Ryusaka | Year Posted 2009
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