Cracks and a rose
Raised in a bed of flowers
Counting the minutes
Counting the hours
As demons devoured
One second is all it took
From the cracks a rose flowered
Wedded by passion
The time kept ticking
He grew in frailed fractions
With a little limp as his only friend
Out of the dirt. And out of the darkness
But for the rose, darkness. Was not the end..
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2024
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