Thorns

A garden full of red roses

is what her innocent eyes saw

excited, she entered the garden

failing to notice the thorns

sharp as knives they caressed her

but she didn't bother the pain

for she was mesmerized and

hoped everything would be fine

she slowly reached the very core

enveloped by flowers and thorns

but soon the flowers withered away

and all that was left were the thorns

Reviews

[apennylate]

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A deep purvey into the thicket of what could be beautiful red... But is instead dripping red... All that is left are thorns sharp as knives... Mesmerizing, a numb caress of innocence upon my eyes... But left sifting the needle-point blind...

[Paul Bell]

Like this poem.
The rose does have a unique way of protecting itself.
In a way, it could be a walk through life.

[Karen John]

Thank you
Yes it is indeed a walk through life.

[lessa (kenzie)]

Awesome write, love this write.
So well written and loved the flow.
AWESOME!!

[Karen John]

Thank you so much alex! please do keep on reading my poems!