Thorn Within

A Poem by beautifulblade

6/6/15

Roses could never mask her pain --
drawing blood with thorns
and driving stakes into
the last bit of her free will.

Sorrow kept her chained to the past.

Anger was both a weapon and a wall,
wasting away time until the end
was drawing near and there was
no longer any chance of salvation.

Digging through mountains with plastic spoons
until a cave-in was imminent.

She never liked roses,
never thought she deserved
velvet petals that melted
away memories of her hatred
and coated bitter emotions
in flowery perfume.