A WILD ROSE

By Jonathan Fear



I crushed a wild rose, in my hand

In my hand

The thorns cut deep

And the blood flowed fast

The pain decreasing

The numbness didn’t last


I spread the crushed petals, on my bed

On my bed

The sheets, they ran red

Overflowing and red

Life slowly ebbing

The sadness is going


I crushed a wild rose, in my hand

In my hand

As the sheets ran red

Nothing was said

The wild rose, will soon be dead

The wild rose was me


The delicate

Damaged

Beautiful

Wilting

Wild rose


Was me


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