Tale of Thorns

A lone balloon flies over the fence 

The last train departs for its destination

By the tracks lay a field of roses

Soaking in the suns warmth silently

Goodbyes are never easy

A wild rose knows the sadness of beauty

To be held without delivering pain

Would she ever see her boy again

The trail of tears still cover the tracks

It is a time such as this she wishes her sanity back 

Picking a rose she's escorted towards the gate

The asylum now holds her fate 

Author's Note

picture credit to CrazyRainbowDreads from deviantart