Wilted RoseA Poem by ClassestnineI'm just not sure what to do anymore.Petals fall with each passing hour As my mind continues breaking These vines wrap ever tighter The thorns dig in drawing red from my skin As I scream for help My voice grows thin These wounds cage me Zipping my lips shut with fear I can’t struggle anymore Fighting seems pointless I can no longer break free From these thought that are killing me© 2017 Classestnine |
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