The Bleeding Rose
"The Bleeding Rose"
A rose so beautiful with crimson lips
Slain by pain, and drowned by drops of rain that drips
Into the stem that locks in venom,
Stunting her growth
Staggering strength and thorns that grip
The hands that touch her tips
They Bleed
Her petals needing to be caressed
But her thorns are sharp and continue to cut
Deep inside her gut lies a love that lost its luster
A heart like steal but cannot be stolen
Shattered,
Battered,
Cracked,
Broken,
Nothing poetic about the process
And words go unspoken so nothing is heard
Yet, her heart is silenced in Spoken Word
She suffocates as she tries to break free
She can't breathe
She searches for an air that taints her lungs
Skies remain unclear and it feels like her spirit's been hung
What a death to die
Too many times they've tried to tackle the thing that makes it tougher than tar
A prisoner chained, gagged, and mocked behind bars
She cuts herself over again to escape the pain
And bleeds in the battle of shame
Once again the rose is clipped
She is tormented by mind games
And wishes she never knew his name
But she knows,
And still
her stem grows
So close…
She starts to bloom
But the water drowns her at the roots
And once again it's too late and her petals begin to close
Copyright © Queen Mcnair | Year Posted 2008
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