To Crush A Rose

You leave me to lie in this pool of roses
The smell sickens my senses
Roses are dead, my heart joins them
Darkness plays with my heart like a puppet
With strings of hate and pain

I pick up a rose
The black cover hides what was once something beautiful
My shadow lurks over who I am
The past won't let me go
So my future can never be bright

Lighting a match, I stare at the rose with a devil's eye
I set the fire and stare at the flame, smiling numbly
The smoke fills my lungs and burns with painful pleasure
I exhale agony
The world absorbs it into an atmosphere of loss and fear

And I lay there in the roses
As I think about what was once us
I'm leaving you behind
So with every word you speak
You give me one more reason to crush a rose

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AHam said...
Dec. 31, 2008 at 8:49 pm
Really good poem, I especially like all the personification to get your message across. "Darkness plays with my heart like a puppet" -- really effective image!
Danielleeee said...
Dec. 31, 2008 at 2:49 am
once again i am so inspired. awesome job!
Peyton said...
Dec. 31, 2008 at 2:22 am
To Ciera:
Thanks for the comment! I'm glad you enjoyed it...please do rate!
Ciera said...
Dec. 25, 2008 at 2:15 am
Deep poem....I loved the line "I exhale agony". The last stanza is powerful!
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