Warrior of the Roses
Fell asleep in a bed of roses.
Their beauty can be misleading.
I wake up daily with bloody noses,
The morning after the beatings.
The Gallows of my mind,
Wreak Havoc on me.
Your thorns won't detach,
From the apple of my eyes,
Leaving me bruised and bleeding.
Gathered my own army.
Escaped my own hanging.
Joined forces with the madness,
that has infiltrated my life.
Broke down a wall,
I didn't know could fall.
Must run the race,
When I've barely learned to crawl.
I'm learning to breathe fire.
Once and for all.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
